The festival was a success and it became a topic of discussion among all students till the day that followed. Sadly, like most of them expected, there was no disco.

The class D students sat in their class, unusually quiet as they waited for their teacher. It was a Monday and the beginning of a new week. According to the school calendar, there were no more big events like the festivals that passed. At least, for the rest of the term, Hamerton was a boring place.

The room door opened and the class teacher, Mr. Francis walked in. After the usual greeting, he occupied his desk in front of the class.

“Good job guys.” He said.

“Thank you, thanks.” The students mumbled.

“Ingrid, do you have the class journal?”

“Yes sir.” Ingrid replied and rose from her position with a journal. She walked to his desk and handed it to him.

Mr. Francis called some names from it and the students replied ‘Present’. He came to a name. “Steven Geoffrey?”

“Present.” Steven replied seated behind Natalie.

Mr. Francis lowered his journal. “Oh Steven? An order has been given to shift you…actually, it’s between you and Ingrid but, I hope you can make the adjustment. The order has been given to shift you out of this class.”

With that statement, the busy class quieted and everyone paid attention. Natalie felt the anxious stillness close to her nape. Why? She wondered.

“Why?” Steve asked.

“I asked the same question but the answer I was given was…” Mr. Francis said and turned to his desk searching for something.

“Wait sir. Where would he shift to?” one boy questioned sitting in the front rows.

“He’s our monitor. He’s an MP.” Another girl added.

The teacher turned to them with a note in his hand. “I understand all your arguments. Amh, they gave me this name… Natalie Bradley.” He read and lowered the note. He glanced at Natalie who had her eyes widened with shock. “oh the newcomer. Yes, Natalie, she’ll be an MP of special seats and your assistant monitor from now on.”

“What!” Natalie could not help but exclaim loudly.

“Sir, Natalie can be the MP or whatever, but, I don’t want to shift from this class.” Steve said.

“Sir, I’m sorry but, I do not have leadership skills.” Natalie begged rising. Her shock at the moment probably dismissed everyone else from her perspective. It left her and the enemy; the bloody governance of Hamerton.

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