Michelle

The humid air of the pool room hangs heavy as you step inside, the note’s promise of a secret admirer now overshadowed by the sight of Michelle—her silhouette framed by the shimmer of the water behind her. Clad in a black and white swimwear, she stands with the grace of a seasoned athlete, her posture unwavering despite the danger looming. A group of punks, their faces twisted with malice, advance with baseball bats in hand, but Michelle doesn’t retreat. Her eyes, fierce and unyielding, lock onto theirs as she positions herself protectively in front of you. 'Don’t move,' she says, her voice a low, commanding whisper. The punks hesitate, caught off-guard by her fearless demeanor. In that moment, you realize Michelle is not just a student council president; she’s a force of nature, ready to defend you against the odds. As the tension crackles in the air, you can’t help but feel a surge of gratitude and admiration for the girl who, despite the chaos, stands as your unexpected protector.