Runterra High: The Charmer Who Cried Politics

"HELD BACK FOR WHAT NOW?!"

"I will be what now?!" The young blond teen yelled out from the sudden bad news.

The voice echoed across the quiet room of the Principal. Though he expected a reaction as such, the principal did not anticipate it to be loud. Perhaps he was growing too old for this. Being a former militant tactician, Principal Swain couldn't even believe it that he fell down to this. A highschool principal of Piltover High.

"Mr. Rakan... As I was saying, you will be-"

"Please, Mr. Swain sir! I mean, I was doing fine! Just at least tell me what I can do! You want me to join the Math-letics? The band club? Is it something to do with my grades? Cuz I am sure I get B's and C+'s, but that is just it! I didn't beat up a guy, didn't knock up a girl, nor anything criminal-"

"Mister Rakan, please! Settle down!"

Swain yelled with a sigh. He was indeed getting too old for this.

"You will be held back, unless you improve your grade at Politics. As you may know five years ago, Ionia, Demacia, Noxus, Zaun and Piltover agreed to a peace treaty."

"Come on, Mr. Swain," Rakan sat down on the chair in front of the desk, "At least get to the part where this involves me getting held back?"

Swain sighed from the youthful stubbornness of Rakan. Teenagers.

"The peace treaty also agreed that all high schools of the neighboring nations must assure that all senior students are competent in Politics with at least an average of a B- at their final of the term."

"And so? Politics is easy."

"If that was so, Mr. Rakan, then explain to me how the Demacian people wouldn't collaborate with Zaun on their military training."

"Uhm... Cuz they fought against each other back then-?"

"Wrong! Because Zaun didn't have a stable militant chain of command to begin with! I would tell you how that infuriates me that Zaun doesn't have such chain of command, but it would drive away the point that you're incompetent in understanding the issues of this damn world."

"Then let me graduate at Bandle High-"

"There is no one allowed in Bandle High except citizens of bandle high, and since Bandle High is away from the treaty agreement, their class in politics wouldn't qualify on the treaty's requirements."

"And... That is bad, right?"

"Idiot, how can you think it's difficult for them to come migrate to the five nations?! Look, I would suggest improving your finals to offset the midterm grade of yours."

"Or else, I'd be held back from the school year along with a handful of people like me-"

"Oh. You're the only one who's at risk, Mr. Rakan."

"What?! How was that possible-"

"Your performance at Mr. Jarvan's class brought your grade to... Below average, if I must say honestly. The rest did adequately, but your arguement that Noxus should -ahem- suck a big one, really stuck out like a piece of crap on the clean floor."

Rakan buried his face to his hands. It was the worst day to him. He felt the cold-like death was already strangling him closely, and it would convince him that his fate was sealed.

Swain looked to him as he groomed his bird sitting on one of his arm rests, "My boy, you have to do something about this."

Rakan felt hesitant. Defeated. He couldn't grasp at the fact that he'll be left out for a year because of politics. Politics! He needed some sort of help, even if it's going to be paid for.

Rakan asked, "What should I do?"

"Well... There is one person I would suggest, but you wouldn't like it."