Chapter 1 - New Semester, New Chaos!

I woke up before dawn, eager to tackle the day with a rigorous fitness routine. Soro's advice echoed in my mind: "Regular exercise is crucial if you want to pull this off." I pushed myself through a military-style workout: 100 pushups, 100 situps, 100 squats, and 1000 jumping jacks, finishing with a 100-meter sprint around the house.

Soro's words also reminded me to maintain a strong mind and spirit. I made a mental note to prioritize my faith, ensuring I didn't miss my five daily prayers.

As I finished my workout, the house came alive. Sylvia was already busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for everyone, while Mom got ready for work.

"Alex! Wake up, it's time for school already!" Sylvia shouted from outside my room.

I quickly freshened up in the toilet and headed downstairs. Our double-story house, with its eight rooms and four toilets, was a treasure trove of strange artifacts collected by Mom during her expeditions around the world. As an anthropologist and researcher for the Borneo Foundation, she had a passion for understanding different cultures and promoting education and human development.

"Alex, Hana wants to handle herself, so Steward..." Mom asked, looking at Steward, Sylvia's little brother, who was around the same age as my little sister, Hana.

Just then, Tama, the Penan girl from Long Pasia, chimed in, "Uh, Alex... Sil?" Her common sense still needed work, as evidenced by her timing.

Before I could respond, Sylvia's mean kick connected with my face, sending me crashing to the floor. And to make matters worse, she was barely clothed, wearing only her bra and panties. Hana followed up with a drop kick, ensuring I wouldn't get up anytime soon.

Mom intervened, "Sylvia, could you help me make sure Tama is in a covered position? I worry that Alex might get... distracted.”

I groaned, my face still throbbing from the kick. "Who's trying to get me aroused here? With this kind of punishment, I'd rather become a pious monk! Geez, Mom!”

Sylvia smirked, "Don't worry, Mother. I'll make sure Tama's covered. But don't think you're off the hook that easily, Alex!" She winked at Mom, who chuckled and playfully rolled her eyes.

I realized then that Mom had a soft spot for Sylvia, who always seemed to get away with her teasing and playful jabs. Mom's lack of reaction to Sylvia's sass only encouraged her, and I wondered if I'd ever be able to get out of Sylvia's sights

"Thanks, Sylvia. I appreciate your help," Mom said, patting Sylvia's arm.

Sylvia grinned, "Anytime, Mother. After all, someone has to keep Alex in line.”

I shook my head, rubbing my sore face. "You two are a dangerous duo.”

Mom laughed, "Oh, Alex. You can handle a little teasing from Sylvia."

As I struggled to get up, I couldn't help but wonder what other chaos the day might bring.

As I finally managed to drag myself out the door, Hana, Steward, and Tama were already waiting at the school bus stop. Mom went out and turned to Sylvia. "Make sure you follow Alex on his bike. I don't want him getting into any trouble.”

Sylvia nodded, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Don't worry, Mom. I'll keep him in line.”

Mom's gaze lingered on the sleek Kawasaki Zephyr bike, her expression skeptical. "I still don't understand how you managed to get that bike, Alex. You said it was for a job, but I'm not convinced.”

I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "It's just a bike, Mom. No big deal.”

But Mom's eyes narrowed. "I'm just worried you'll get sidetracked again. Don't you forget what happened in LA last year? Natalie explained everything to me in vivid detail…"

My face flushed as I remembered the phone call that had sealed my fate. Natalie had indeed spilled all the beans to Mom and Sylvia, and I was still paying the price.

Sylvia chuckled, her voice teasing. "Yeah, Alex, we know all about your little adventure in LA. The gang fights, the thrill-seeking... Mom's just worried you'll fall back into old habits."

I rolled my eyes at Sylvia, who was enjoying my misery a bit too much. "Shut up, Sylvia. I can handle myself.”

But Mom's expression remained stern. "I hope so, Alex. I really do.”

Just as we were about to leave, Sam's high-pitched voice pierced the air, "Mama! Mama!" He toddled towards us, his little legs wobbly with excitement.

Sylvia cooed, "Aww, Sam wants to join us!" She waved goodbye as Mom took Sam to her workplace.

As we set off towards school, Sylvia stuck to me like glue, her hand on my back sending shivers down my spine. I could feel her, ahem, assets pressing against me, and my mind went into overdrive. What was I thinking?! Focus, Alex!

Sylvia chirped, "At least I'm not letting you off alone!" Her cheeriness only made me more aware of our proximity.

I muttered under my breath, "More like on-a-leash policy..." But Sylvia just giggled and leaned in closer, her breath tickling my ear.

As we walked, the tension between us was palpable. I couldn't help but wonder if this was what it felt like to be in a relationship. Was I ready for this? And what about Natalie? Ugh, my mind was a mess!

Sylvia's voice broke through my thoughts, "Hey, Alex, don't think you can escape me that easily!" She winked, and I knew I was in trouble.

As we arrived at BORNEO-SIGMA College, the merged institution that was once SIGMA and Borneo College, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and unease. The elites who opposed the merger had pulled out, but the majority of students and the board of education supported the change.

The school was transforming at an incredible pace, and I barely recognized the place. The Borneo vibe was palpable, and I felt a sense of belonging.

But our warm welcome was short-lived, as a self-proclaimed "cool guy" approached us. "Hey, what are you doing here? This isn't a place for hooligans…"

I rolled my eyes, but before I could respond, Kallie, our classmate and student council member, stepped in. "Do you know who this is? He's the one who helped you have a better school life! Apologize now!”

The guy's face turned bright red as he realized his mistake. "Huh!? That means... I'M SORRY!!!!!!”

Sylvia was still fuming, her glare piercing through the guy and his friends. "Since this is a new day, why don't you act like new, not the same as before? This isn't Borneo College anymore…"

I intervened, not wanting to provoke Sylvia further. "Uh, whatever. Just enjoy school, got it?”

Kallie reinforced the message. "We're changing, and this starts now. Today will be the day we all live and learn together. Alex and Sylvia are part of the student council, show some respect!”

The guy and his friends scurried off, muttering apologies. I chuckled, recognizing the hypocrisy. "Yeah, right. Like they'll actually change…"

Kallie bowed, apologetic. "Sorry about that. We briefed them, but I guess some didn't get the memo.”

I waved it off, trying to sound cool. "Nah, it's cool. We're in this together, creating something new. It's not easy, but it's worth it.”

Kallie's face lit up with relief, and Sylvia nodded in agreement. "That's what I'm worried about – making sure it's for the best.”

Kallie grinned, trying to rally the troops. "Since we're comrades and classmates, let's make this year a great start!”

Kallie beamed, her positivity infectious. But then, Sylvia pinched me, and I yelped.

"Yeah, she's cute, right?" Sylvia teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

I glared at her, trying to play it cool. "Uh, I see Kallie as a comrade, got it, Sil? I've had enough girl trouble for one day…"

Kallie chuckled, understanding my predicament. "Yeah, you're famous for being a... what's the word, Sil?”

Sylvia snickered, putting sugar in my wound. "A dumbass, lady-killer…"

I facepalmed, laughing. "Thanks, guys. Just what I needed – more teasing."

As we walked, I parked my bike in the designated area, and we stepped into the school grounds. The SIGMA vibe was still dominant, but something was off. The former Borneo students were now mingling with the SIGMA crowd, and the school had transformed into a bustling market!

I rubbed my temples, overwhelmed by the chaos. "What in the world...? Is this a preschool?”

Sylvia chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Welcome to BORNEO-SIGMA College, where sanity goes to die.”

A girl's voice pierced the air, "WELCOME EVERYONE!!!!" followed by a chorus of cheers.

I winced, covering my ears. "Please, make it stop.”

But it only got louder. "THIS IS THE CHEERLEADERS CLUB COME AND JOIN US!!!!”

Sylvia glared at me, her expression stern. "Don't even think about it, Alex.”

I held up my hands in surrender. "I wouldn't dare.”

A new voice boomed, "THIS IS THE SCHOOL GUILDS ANY NEW CLUB PLEASE REPORT TO US IN THE LIBRARY!!”

I gazed around, taking in the colorful banners and booths. "Is this a school or a festival?”

Kallie appeared, grinning. "Hey, guys! Isn't it exciting? We're finally united!”

I shook my head, laughing. "You're enjoying this chaos, aren't you?”

Kallie nodded, her ponytail bouncing. "Totally! It's a new era for our school!”

Sylvia rolled her eyes. "Let's just get to assembly hall before we get trampled.”

As we navigated the crowded hallways, I muttered, "I have a feeling this year is going to be interesting..."

As we squeezed through the crowded assembly hall, I gawked at the transformed space. "Not again...!" The old hall had been upgraded on steroids, and I couldn't believe my eyes.

Sylvia and Kallie exchanged disbelieving glances. "I wonder what my elder cousin is doing right now?" Sylvia muttered, shaking her head.

Kallie chuckled, her eyes wide with excitement. "Aaahahaha...this is nuts! I'll be frank, this is even cooler than last time!”

Just then, Mark waved at Kallie, grinning. "Hey Kallie! Come see, the roosters are on the wall! We can see our groups!”

Kallie's eyes sparkled. "I'm pretty sure I requested Buccaneer." She sounded confident, but I was stunned when Sylvia pumped her fist, exclaiming, "Yes! I'm a Buccaneer too!”

I raised an eyebrow. "Wait, what? Sylvia, why are you a Buccaneer?”

Sylvia explained, "I heard from my cousin that they decided to have only four groups, no fixed classes, just like in the USA.”

I rubbed my temples, overwhelmed. "Uh huh...this is something…"

Just then, Mark shouted, "I'm a Unicorn, what about you?”

Kallie playfully rolled her eyes. "You're such a goofball, Mark.”

As we laughed, I wondered where Amin and Mariam were. Had they gotten lost in the chaos?

"Looks like the assembly is about to start..." Kallie said, as we squeezed into our seats. I glanced around, wondering where Hana and Steward were.

Sylvia shrugged. "No idea, but if they're together, I'm not worried.”

The hall was chaotic, like a marketplace on steroids. Sylvia and Kallie looked uncomfortable, but Mark was grinning. "This is gonna be good!”

Kallie chuckled. "At least it's vibrant.”

Sylvia nodded. "This atmosphere is something missing when I started school.”

I raised an eyebrow. "I wonder what else is coming...this feels like a concert.”

Just then, Priscilla appeared, commanding attention. As the supposed student council disciplinary faction, she was not to be trifled with. Her mixed heritage and royal connections only added to her enigmatic presence.

Sylvia whispered, "It's good when she's not being a bitch…"

I snorted. "You two still don't get along, huh?”

Priscilla's voice boomed through the hall, "Attention, everyone!!! Please refrain from talking. We are about to commence the assembly. In the event of an emergency, please proceed to the nearest exit, marked by the signs. Please exit in an orderly and calm manner. Thank you for your cooperation.”

A spotlight highlighted her, and the high-tech hall's features became apparent. I gulped, remembering my past encounters with Priscilla. She was intriguing, but also intimidating, especially when we were alone…

The assembly was about to begin, and I had a feeling it would be anything but ordinary.

I gazed at Priscilla's uniform, puzzled. "That's...different. Sky blue pinafore and blouse? We're just plain blue and white.”

Sylvia nudged me, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "That's strange, looks like it's about to start…darling..."

Kallie snickered, teasing us. "Ooo...what a cute couple…"

Mark, oblivious as ever, chimed in, "Aren't you too young to be a couple?”

Kallie whacked him on the head, and he yelped, "Ouch! What's that for? I'm just saying..."

Mark's eyes darted to Sylvia, fear written all over his face. I chuckled, feeling Sylvia's intimidating aura beside me.

Sylvia's voice was sweet but deadly. "You're just saying? You're always saying something stupid, Mark.”

I thought to myself, "Uh-oh, Mark's in trouble now...and I'm stuck in the middle. Please don't drag me into this, Sylvia…"

Mark's muscular frame slumped, his pilot-style glasses slipping down his nose. "I-I was just trying to…"

Kallie patted him on the back. "Don't worry, cousin. We know you're just trying to be helpful.”

I mentally added, "Yeah, Mark, just stick to being the strong, silent type...it suits you better.”

Sylvia playfully rolled her eyes. "Let's just focus on the assembly before we all get in trouble.”

I breathed a silent sigh of relief, thinking, "Crisis averted...for now.”

The hall plunged into darkness, and a hush fell over the crowd. Suddenly, Mariam's voice boomed through the mic, "Ladies and gentleman!!! Welcome…back...to...school!!!!!!!!!"

I rubbed my eyes, wondering if I was dreaming. Mariam, dressed in the same sky blue theme as Priscilla, sparkled like a pop star. "What the...? Is this a concert or a school assembly?"

Amin's voice exploded through the speakers, "HEY GANG!!!! OOOOOOO WELCOME BACK EVERYONE!!!! WE MISS YOU ALL!!!" The crowd erupted into cheers, whistles, and applause. I felt like I was at a rock concert!

Amin continued, "This is our first ever assembly, and we're going to start with a prayer. For those of other faiths, please join in with your own prayers.”

Hazlan took the stage, and as a Muslim, I joined in the prayer. Sylvia, Kallie, and Mark, being Christians, followed their own faith's traditions. I glanced over at Sylvia, who was praying with her eyes closed, looking adorable.

I thought to myself, "This is surreal...school has never been so…lively."

As the prayer ended, Mariam's voice returned, "And now, let's get this party started!”

The crowd cheered, and I wondered what other surprises this assembly had in store.

The national anthem, state anthem, and finally our school's theme song echoed through the hall, but I was shocked to see a video of myself on the large canvas! "What the...Mariam, what are you doing?!”

So the lyrics is like this

When we're alone we ask ourself

What are we searching for

Deep in the night a dream is born

One that we can't ignore

If you think we can't find the passion

And we're ready to take a chance

If we really believe we can make it

Then the power is in our own hands

It's the moment of truth

we're giving it all

Standing together, willing to fall

If we can do it

Get up and prove it

Get up and show them who we are

It's the moment of truth

It's all on the line

This is the place

This is the time

Waited forever, it's now or it's never

Nothing can stop us now*

Once in your life, you make a choice

Ready to risk it all

Deep in our soul we hear a voice

Answering to the call

Though you know that it won't be easy

It's a promise we make for love

For the people that keep believing

And the one that we're thinking of

It's the moment of truth

we're giving it all

Standing alone, willing to fall

If we can do it

Get up and prove it

Get up and show them who we are

It's the moment of truth

It's all on the line

This is the place

This is the time

This song is credits to “survivor - the moment of truth’ based on the ‘karate kid’ blasted through the speakers, and the crowd went wild, cheering like it was a rock concert!

I felt embarrassed, but Sylvia and the others were enjoying it. I thought to myself, "All that crazy effort is bearing fruit, but now I'm worried about this weekly routine...my plan to sleep during lunch is ruined!”

Mariam continued, "And now, please welcome our self-proclaimed leader, the iron lady herself, Melissa!”

Melissa, Sylvia's cousin, took the stage like a pro, "This is the moment of truth...our moment of truth! We're embarking on a new day, a new school life, where the merger of Borneo and SIGMA is finally complete, and a new chapter begins. Let's make the most of this school life, and keep our passions burning bright! As your student council President, we welcome you back and pledge to work towards a better future for all of us.”

Melissa's words were filled with conviction, and her leadership shone through. As Sylvia's cousin and the driving force behind this project, she had worked closely with Mr. Rahman, the principal and project leader, who happened to be my mom's junior research colleague.

Melissa continued, "We've designed our school's culture and structure with care, and now, we're implementing the Learning Management System (LMS) to streamline all school activities, including curriculum. Our IT team, led by the talented Hazlan Kamaruddin, will manage this system.”

I couldn't believe the transformation in Hazlan, from a bullied, stuck-up kid to the president of the IT club in BORNEO-SIGMA. Melissa's speech highlighted the power of teamwork, leadership, and determination.

The crowd cheered, and I whispered to Sylvia, "This is insane...but I guess it's our new reality.”

Sylvia grinned, "Yeah...I know...this is insane!”

Kallie and Mark turned to me, eyes wide with excitement. "Wow! That's amazing! Do you know him, Alex?”

I shrugged, trying to downplay my connection to Hazlan. "Uh...sort of..." I didn't want to steal the spotlight from Hazlan's impressive transformation.

Kallie turned to Sylvia, curiosity getting the better of her. "Do you know him, Sylvia?”

Sylvia nodded in agreement, understanding my earlier response. "Uh...same as Alex...sort of..." She smiled knowingly, and I was grateful she didn't spill the beans about my past with Hazlan.

Melissa continued, "For our club activities, including our first-ever parliamentary body, we'll divide leadership among class, grade, and club leaders. This ensures all voices are heard by the school administration, fostering a collaborative learning process.”

I recalled discussing this idea, and it seemed the chaos outside was a result of its implementation.

Melissa went on, "The School Guild, under the Student Council's umbrella, will manage club activities and budgets.”

Then, she announced, "Our most important activity, aside from academics, is our school festival, coinciding with the Harvest and Unduk Ngadau festivals. This traditional event will feature IGNITE, a school connect or community gathering, replacing the notorious gathering of last time. This marks the beginning of our cultural development as BORNEO-SIGMA.”

Sylvia whispered to herself, "Gotta get a really nice dress for this...or else that bitch is going to get him..." I wondered what she was talking about and hoped it wouldn't lead to more trouble. I definitely didn't want to get involved in any drama.

Kallie's eyes blazed with determination! "Yes!! Now it's my time to shine!! I'll join the parliamentary body and become the leader of Form 3!" I thought to myself, "When that happens, I'll support her, but I'm sure Mariam, Amin, and Melissa are eyeing me for the role...which I'll avoid like the plague!”

Melissa concluded, "Let's enjoy this school we've worked hard to build and appreciate those who sacrificed for us. Let's make this place even better and create amazing memories...thank you!" The crowd erupted into a thunderous applause, and Melissa bowed graciously.

Amin took the stage, grinning mischievously. "Looks like our great leader is fired up! I wonder where my best friend is hiding..." Oh no, not that kind of move, Amin!

Amin continued, scanning the crowd, including Mariam, "And now, please welcome our project leader and the most handsome man in school, voted by everyone...Mr. RAHMAN!!" This is like the Grammy Awards in Hollywood!

I thought to myself, "Amin's my good friend, and Mariam's Natalie's best bud...and they're getting married after Form 5! They're a match made in heaven!"

Mr. Rahman strode confidently onto the stage, looking dashing in his grey tuxedo, despite his signature scruffy scientist-like hair.

He began his speech with a hint of humor, "Well, it seems everyone's thrilled to see me again...?" The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, surprised by his wit.

"Okay, our amazing leader has already showcased what this school has to offer. But, we have an extra surprise! You've seen our team's uniform? This will be our new identity - unique and special, so people will know who we are. And don't worry, a generous sponsor has provided five spare uniforms for each of you!”

The crowd went wild, with Kallie exclaiming, "Wow! Can't wait to wear it!”

Mr. Rahman continued, "Now, let's introduce our contestants who'll wear the new uniform. Please come out, all of you!" I was shocked to see Sylvia among them, looking like she knew a secret I didn’t.

"Uh, is that what mom told you about?" I whispered to Sylvia, curiosity getting the better of me.

Sylvia replied, "Yeah, last night, when you weren't around, mom explained that Mr. Rahman wanted Tama, Hana, and Steward to come early to school for the assembly."

I thought, "Sneaky principal!”

Mr. Rahman explained, "This is for our primary students.”

Out came Steward, Hana, and another kid, all wearing their new uniforms. Steward's consisted of a beige shirt and black pants, while Hana wore a beige pinafore and white blouse. The Muslim students' uniforms included a beige hijab and white dress, with a badge and name tag on the chest.

The crowd cheered, with Kallie cooing, "They look cute!" She didn't realize Steward iss Sylvia's little brother, and Hana is my adorable little sister. Sylvia looked embarrassed, while I beamed with pride.

"Jeez...I'm proud of him, but this is getting embarrassing..." Sylvia covered her face, her beet-red complexion and steaming head making her look like a kettle about to whistle.

Mr. Rahman announced, "And now, the moment you've all been waiting for - the secondary student showcase!" The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, and Sylvia and I were left speechless.

Hazlan and Tama took the stage first, with Hazlan wearing a cream-colored shirt and khaki pants, while Tama rocked the same outfit as Priscilla and Mariam. Then, Siti appeared, strutting confidently to the center, her expression beaming with pride.

Sylvia whispered to me, "Now she's a rival with me, including Tama...". I thought, "Chill, Sylvia, it's just a uniform showcase!”

Siti's uniform consisted of a sky-blue hijab and light blue dress with a white long skirt. The crowd went wild, with someone shouting, "Marry me, Siti!" She snatched the mic from Mr. Rahman and declared, "I already have someone, and he's hiding somewhere in this hall!"

Sylvia's hair stood on end like a yandere girl, and the boys looked around, wondering who the lucky guy was. I thought, "Shit, Siti, what are you doing?!”

As my far cousin, Siti had a history with me. We met when I arrived in Malaysia, and she still thought I was her boyfriend. I prayed to Allah that she wouldn't mention my name, or else... I'd be in for a world of trouble!

Siti's eyes are scanning the crowd, her gaze lingering on me like a hawk spotting its prey. I'm trying to shrink into my seat, but Sylvia senses the situation and swiftly covers me with her handbag.

"Don't you dare...got it, darling...that bitch is going to have a world of hurt when I get my hands on her," Sylvia whispers, her voice dripping with yandere intensity. I'm thinking, "Yikes, Sylvia's gone full-on protective mode!”

Mr. Rahman attempts to intervene, "Uh...Ms. Siti, could I have the mic, please?" But Siti's on a roll.

"I know you're here, darling!!!" she declares, her voice echoing through the hall. I face-palm, thinking, "Why the hell is she trying to prove herself? Is she trying to become the next Britney Spears...or a real-life version of Regina George from Mean Girls?”

Mariam and Amin are struggling to stifle their laughter, while the crowd starts whispering among themselves.

"Who is that lucky asshole...if I find him, I'll make him mine..." someone mutters.

"This girl is cute but acts like she's beautiful...and slightly obsessed..." another person snickers.

"This bitch is already famous for causing trouble...and drama...and more drama..." someone else whispers.

The Catsy class group, Siti's apparently has a fan club, cheers her on. "Go get him, girl! We root for you!!!" They chant, egging her on.

Mr. Rahman tries to regain control, "Ehum...I'm right here, remember?" But Siti has one last parting shot.

"I'm going to find you, okay? See you during lunch...and I won't take no for an answer...I'll make you mine, no matter what..." she says, her eyes glinting with determination. I gulp, thinking, "Oh shit, I'm in trouble...she's got it bad for me!"

Now Priscilla's taking over, and chaos erupts on stage! Everyone's either laughing or left speechless.

Sylvia whispers to me, "If Siti finds you during lunch, just hide with me...or find a hiding spot and pretend you're a ninja!" I'm torn between hiding with Sylvia or finding a peaceful spot to rest my mind.

"Uh, I think Mr. Rahman will call me about the student exchange program...so I'm covered," I say, trying to sound confident.

Mariam and Amin are now together, and Melissa announces, "My successor is...Mariam Binti Junaidi!" As expected, but everyone seems surprisingly okay with it.

Mariam looks unenthused, "Uh, why me?”

Amin beams with pride, "Let's hear from our future President and Vice President!”

Mariam takes the mic, and suddenly she's transformed into a hilarious hybrid of Tony Robbins and a tax accountant!

"Good morning, everyone! I'm Mariam, your favorite student council member...or so I hope! wink wink Now, don't miss out on this AMAZING opportunity to support our student community...and get EXCLUSIVE discounts on school merchandise! confetti and balloons It's like investing in your future...or our snack budget...or both! cha-ching”

Is this even allowed in the school assembly? I mean, Mariam's just the VP, but she's already acting like a dictator...or a tax accountant on a power trip! Who's next, the principal as a ninja warrior?

"Think of it as a tax deduction...for your soul! dramatic music And if you act now, we'll throw in a FREE side of student council shenanigans! cue silly string

Now she sounds like one of those cheesy government infomercials...you know, 'Donate to the student council, and receive this FREE gift: a lifetime supply of bureaucratic red tape!

"Don't wait any longer! Contribute to our funds and get ready to rep our school in style...or at least, with a fancy new water bottle! holds up a sparkly water bottle

Since when did our school turn into a marketing circus? I mean, I expect to see Mariam in a plaid suit, pitching student council memberships like a timeshare in Florida!

"And remember, every donation comes with a FREE side of Mariam's motivational speeches...or therapy sessions...or both! wink

I rather doubt Mariam's motivator skills...in fact, I'm pretty sure she's single-handedly convincing me to drop out and become a professional couch warmer. The future of this school? More like the future of our therapy bills!

"So don't be shy, donate generously...or at least, donate enough to cover our pizza party expenses! laughs maniacally

Jeez, Mariam's transformed into a tax officer minus the sexy glasses and calculator watch...but plus a hint of maniacal laughter and a 'you WILL donate to the student council' glare!

"Who's with me?! looks around frantically Oh, right, I'm the president now...so, EVERYBODY'S WITH ME! dramatic pose”

I could see my classmates either genuinely cheering or politely applauding while secretly wondering if they're being punk'd.

But then there's Kallie, who's totally drinking the Mariam Kool-Aid: 'Damn, she's cool as hell! I'm so down to be part of this!' Yeah, because nothing says 'cool' like a student council VP turned tax accountant-rockstar. Kallie's all in, exclaiming, 'She's not holding back! I want in on this action!'

Meanwhile, I'm over here thinking, 'Kallie, my friend, you're the perfect human shield...I mean, cover...to avoid getting roped into this madness.

Sylvia's voice barely rose above a whisper, "Mariam...she's radiant. I've never seen her like this." I nodded, entranced by the transformation before us, still recalling the day someone - now standing beside Mariam on stage, their presence a reminder of the journey we've shared - dared to challenge our status quo.

Mariam's eyes blazed with determination as she spoke, her voice trembling with conviction. "We need someone to ignite the spark within us...to make this school a canvas of unforgettable memories, etched in our hearts forever." Her gaze seemed to drift into the past, recalling that pivotal moment. "I still remember when someone dared to challenge our status quo, showing us that this school could be a place where we grow, not just attend." Her words trailed off as she fell to her knees, bowing deeply on the stage.

The crowd was electrified, shocked into silence. Then, Mariam's plea shattered the stillness: "PLEASE...MAKE THIS SCHOOL A PLACE WE'LL CHERISH FOREVER!!" The assembly hall erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause, with Kallie leaping to her feet, screaming, "Our future president is a ROCKSTAR!! I'll follow her anywhere!!”

As I stood, my heart swelling with pride, I realized Mariam had finally found her true calling. Melissa's choice was vindicated - Mariam was the chosen one, destined to lead our school to greatness. And in this moment, I knew Natalie would be beaming with pride.

Mariam waves back, tears streaming down her face, and continues hosting the assembly with unwavering dedication.

Amin takes over, beaming with pride. "Wow! That's the spirit from our future president! Everyone agrees, right?" The crowd erupts in a resounding “Yes!"

Amin continues, "Before we wrap up, we want to introduce the entire Student Council.

Please join us on stage if you're not already here." Sylvia nudges me, whispering, "What do you think? Should we participate? Mariam's speech is emotional...and inspiring." I nod in agreement as Amin introduces the members.

At the center stands Melissa, our president for the past two years. Mariam, our VP, stands to her right, while Hazlan, our IT specialist, stands to her left. Micheal, our seniors' representative, and Priscilla, our disciplinary action member, join them. Toby and Mina, our primary level representatives, complete the lineup.

Just as I think everyone is already on stage, Amin calls out Sylvia's name. "Sylvia, our newest member and student coordinator, please join us!" Kallie looks surprised, whispering, "I had no idea!”

Kallie and Mark are next, revealed as Borneo representative members. Then, Amin drops the bombshell: "And our special member, the engine and muscle behind our council, providing security and safety...Alex, please join us!" I have no choice but to take the stage, met with surprised and expectant gazes.

I stand alongside Sylvia and Amin, and we continue, "I'm Amiruddin Bin Faruq, secretary and treasurer of the student council. Thank you all, and let's make this a great school year!" We bow, and the crowd cheers wildly.

Amin introduces the teaching staff, starting with Teacher Sahara, our new head teacher and leader of the Catsy group. The Catsy group erupts in cheers, still buzzing from the excitement of the assembly.

Amin grins mischievously as he introduces the next teacher. "Put your hands together for Mr. Marcus, the towering titan of testosterone!" Mr. Marcus, a 6'5" Caucasian giant, strides onto the stage, his intimidating physique now tempered with a warm smile. "He's our Physical and Civility teacher, head of Unicorn, Rugby coach, football coach, and lord of the male dormitory!”

Lord Marcus?! More like 'Gentle Giant Marcus'...or 'The Big Friendly Giant’!

The boys erupt into a frenzied Hakka dance, welcoming Mr. Marcus with vigor. The Unicorn group joins in, including the girls, who add a touch of elegance to the chaotic dance.

Amin continues, "Next up, we have Professor Rahman, the fearless leader of the Patriots and commander of the secondary and form 6 students, including the elite International Baccalaureate Diploma squad!”

Commander?! What's next, 'Supreme Leader of the Patriots' or 'Generalissimo of Genius'?! Amin, stop trying to make Mr. Rahman sound like a villain from a mecha anime! We know he's a great teacher, but let's keep the titles realistic...or at least, not make him sound like he's about to take over the world!

The Patriots cheer as Professor Rahman rises, his dignified demeanor commanding respect.

But then, Amin drops the bombshell: "And now, put your hands together for the infamous Captain Rahim, the swashbuckling master of the Buccaneers!" The Jolly Roger emblem appears on the screen behind him, and Mr. Rahim charges onto the stage, his rugged face red with indignation.

"What the devil is this?! I'm a teacher, not a pirate captain!" he thunders, his voice like a tempest. The other teachers are stunned, unsure how to react to this comedic outburst.

Mr. Rahim seizes the mic, his voice booming through the speakers. "Uh, let's get one thing straight...I'm MR. RAHIM, the GREAT TEACHER RAHIM! And I'm NOT a pirate captain, ARGHHH!!" The speakers ring out in protest, overwhelmed by his thunderous declaration.

Great, just great. Now our group's reputation is officially sunk...or should I say, plundered?

Yeah, there goes our reputation, everyone will know we're a bunch of pirates...or at least, led by a pirate captain who's actually just a teacher with a bad sense of humor and a love for dramatic entrances!

Amin grins mischievously as he introduces the next teacher. "And now, put your hands together for the lovely Ms. Genevie, our physical and moral education teacher, and the fearless leader of the female dormitory! Don't let her sweet smile fool you, she's an iron lady with a heart of gold...and a fist of steel!”

I think to myself, "Geez, Amin, you're asking for a beating. You know Ms. Genevie doesn't take kindly to teasing, right? You're like a mosquito buzzing around her ear, just waiting to get swatted.”

Ms. Genevie suddenly swoops in, her eyes twinkling with amusement, and snatches the mic from Amin. "Ah, thank you, Amin...I think." She gives him a playful ear-pull, making him wince. "And to all my lovely girls out there, remember: dress to impress, but not to distract. Or else, someone might just become an example...of my fashion sense!”

I chuckle to myself, thinking, "Yeah, Amin, you should've kept that one to yourself. Now you're in for it."

Amin continues to introduce the teachers, and I'm losing count - we're up to 40 now?! It's like they're breeding or something! "And now, put your hands together for...oh wait, I forgot their name again!”

But then, the bombshell drops: my mom, the Chairman of the Board, walks out on stage, flashing a radiant smile. Sylvia's eyes widen in shock, and I'm right there with her - what is mom doing here?!

Amin and Mariam wrap up the intro session with a flourish. "And that's a wrap, folks! Now, let's move on to the school orientation - because, you know, we haven't confused you enough already.”

Amin gestures grandly, "Follow the signs, find your designated group, and try not to get too lost. And remember, if all else fails, just follow the crowd...or the food.”

He ends with a cheeky grin, "See you around, and have a great day, BS!!" I mutter under my breath, "More like BS...as in, Bullshit!" The audacity!

Melissa calls out in a serious tone, "Student councils, we need to have a meeting after the orientation. Attendance is compulsory, so don't even think about skipping it.”

We head out, leaving the school administrator to handle the class designations and coordination. We gather at the Buccaneer group's meeting spot, where our crew has grown to a dozen strong. Kallie, Sylvia, and I stand united, awaiting the dynamic duo's arrival.

Amin and Mariam burst onto the scene, Mariam tackling me with a bear hug that threatens to suffocate me. "Hey, where've you been hiding?! We thought we'd lost you to the shadows!”

Amin high-fives me, asking, "Bro, what's with the no-show? You know we need our strategist!”

I squirm, trying to deflect their curiosity. "Uh, just...stuff. Lots of stuff. Especially at night."

Mariam teases Sylvia, "Kukuku, never knew you'd join the Buccaneer crew!" Sylvia blushes, tugging my arm possessively. "With the school getting bigger and more distracting, I need to keep a closer eye on my darling.”

Just as things get heated, Priscilla swoops in, her ample assets...ahem...making contact with my head. Sylvia tries to pry us apart, trading verbal blows with Priscilla.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here...the spoilt princess and the cook, up to their old antics!”

Priscilla says, "Good on ya, bitch! I've got me eyes on Alexinum now. Let me have him for a bit, mate.” What the heck, am I a prized possession?!

I try to escape the chaos, but Hana's lightning-fast kick sends me flying...literally. I'm out cold for mere seconds, but it feels like an eternity. When I come to, Amin's grinning face is hovering above me, and I'm lying on the ground field, feeling like a defeated protagonist.

"Ugh...what the hell...?" I groan, clutching my throbbing head. Amin chuckles and explains, "Bro, it's just another day with our playboy lady-killer antics! Mariam's trying to calm things down, but honestly, it's more like she's intimidated by the boob brigade!”

I glance up to see Mariam shouting at the girls, "To hell with big boobs!!" But instead of calming the situation, it's turned into a three-way catfight...or rather, a catfight royale! The girls are going at it like it's a martial arts tournament, with Priscilla’s and Sylvia’s ample assets bouncing around like a pair of furry pom-poms. I can only facepalm and mutter, "This is why we can't have nice things…"

The final nail in Mariam's coffin comes when Sylvia and Priscilla unleash the ultimate weapon: a synchronized boob-baring attack! They thrust their assets forward, like a pair of prideful pom-poms, leaving Mariam stunned and speechless.

Priscilla taunts, "Fair dinkum, Mariam! Is this all you've got? I can do this all day, every day, no dramas, babe!" She wiggles her, ahem, "assets" in Mariam's face, like a hypnotic dance.

Sylvia chimes in, "Yeah, I could see Darling here always eyeing these...who can blame him, right?" She gives me a sly wink, and I'm like, "Wait, what?! No, I wasn't looking! (Okay, maybe a little...)". My mind races, "What the hell am I thinking?! Focus, Alex, focus!”

Amin, caught off guard by the sudden boob-baring, trips over his own feet and face-plants into a nearby trash can. He emerges with a bloody nose and a dazed expression, looking like he's just witnessed a divine revelation. His eyes glaze over, and he mutters, "Bl-blood...boobs...so...many...boobs..." His face turns bright red as he realizes his own arousal, and he frantically tries to cover himself, stumbling away in embarrassment.

Mariam unleashes her fury on Amin with a lightning-fast, super-synchronized, utterly-ridiculous roundhouse kick to his face! I forgot she's a capoeira master...and apparently, a ninja in disguise! Amin flies off like a human kite, landing with a thud on the ground.

I facepalm, thinking, "This is not what I meant by 'exciting first day of school'..." The scene is like a blooper reel from a martial arts movie, with Amin's flailing limbs and Mariam's dramatic pose.

Just as Mariam starts ranting like a anime villain, Mr. Rahim storms into the school yard, wielding his trusty ruler like a pirate captain's sword. He slams it down, shouting, "OKAY, EVERYONE! LINE UP, YE SCURVY DOGS!" The ruler echoes through the yard, making us all jump like a bunch of startled meerkats.

Amin, still dazed, stumbles to his feet, muttering, "Note to self: never mess with Mariam's capoeira skills...or her temper..."

Mr. Rahim zeros in on me like a hawk on steroids, grinning maniacally. "Oh, finally, our resident playboy has arrived! Welcome back, and remember, don't do anything stupid...got it?!" He wags his finger like a metronome on caffeine.

I roll my eyes, thinking, "Ugh, more like he needs to check himself in the mirror...and maybe get a new haircut...and a personality transplant…"

He explains the class system, which sounds like a recipe for chaos: "This time, we're mixing things up! Amin, Mariam, and I - all Form 4 students - will be in separate classes due to our different courses, while Sylvia stays in her fixed class since she's still in Form 3. But for us Form 4 'veterans', we'll be roaming around like lost sheep, switching classes like we're in some kind of educational musical chairs!”

Amin chimes in, "Yeah, because nothing says 'learning' like constant room changes and potential collisions with clueless freshmen!" Mariam playfully hits him with her capoeira stick, and I just facepalm, thinking, "This is gonna be a looong year…"

Mr. Rahim stands before us, his eyes blazing like a fiery passionfruit. "Students, listen up! I don't want to see any slackers, slouches, or snoozers! I expect to see EXCELLENCE, EXTRAORDINAIRE, and a dash of AWESOMESAUCE in everything you do!”

He strikes a dramatic pose, his arms akimbo. "You're all ninjas-in-training, slicing through mediocrity like a hot katana through butter! I want to see A-pluses, gold medals, and a school spirit that's OFF. THE. CHARTS!”

Amin facepalms, Mariam giggles, and I just shake my head, thinking, "This guy's a few fries short of a happy meal..." Mr. Rahim's eyes narrow, "And don't even get me started on school pride...I expect to see a SEA OF SCHOOL COLORS, a TSUNAMI OF TEAM SPIRIT, and a VOLCANO OF VICTORY!”

The room erupts into a mix of laughter, cheers, and bewildered expressions. Mr. Rahim grins maniacally, "Now, let's make this the best year EVER!”

Mr. Rahim continues, a sly grin spreading across his face like a mischievous cat's. "And now, the moment you've all been waiting for...the unveiling of our new secret weapon! dramatic pause I present to you...the academic ace, the brainy bombshell, the one and only…Sylvia!"

He points to Sylvia, who blushes bright pink as the class turns to stare at her. "This Form 3 phenom has been leaving a trail of broken records and shattered expectations in her wake! I expect nothing but utter domination from her, and by extension, the rest of you!"

Amin and Mariam, her partners in crime and close friends, exchange amused glances. Amin whispers, "Dude, she's like a walking encyclopedia...but can she handle the pressure?" Mariam just rolls her eyes good-naturedly, "Yeah, yeah, we get it, Sylvia's a genius...but can she handle Mr. Rahim's crazy expectations?”

Mr. Rahim winks maniacally, "Oh, I'm just getting started...Sylvia, I expect to see Nobel Prize-worthy work from you this year...or at the very least, a perfect score on every test!" Sylvia's eyes widen in mock horror, "N-not so fast, Mr. Rahim...I still need time to study...and breathe..." Amin and Mariam chuckle and tease her, "Hey, Syl, no pressure, right?"

As I watch Sylvia smile and laugh with Amin and Mariam, I can't help but feel a pang of concern. Little do they know, her life is about to take a drastic turn. I've seen the pain in her eyes, the scars of her past still fresh and raw. And now, with her parents' divorce finalized, Sylvia's world is on the verge of being upended once more. Her father's decision to move to Vatican City has left her with an impossible choice: stay behind or follow him into the unknown.

I know she's been offered a spot at the prestigious Vatican High School, but I also know the weight of her secrets. The whispers of her past, the fear of the unknown, it's all simmering just below the surface. As her friend, I can only watch as she navigates this treacherous landscape, hoping she'll find the strength to overcome the challenges ahead.

Under the warm sun, amidst the bustling school yard, Sylvia's smile shines like a ray of sunshine, illuminating the entire scene. Her eyes sparkle like diamonds as she gazes at me, an angelic aura surrounding her like a halo. I'm captivated by her ethereal beauty, my voice barely above a whisper as I say, "Well then, let us start this school year together..."

Her smile falters for a moment, a hint of vulnerability flashing across her face before she nods, her voice barely audible, "Yeah...I know...but don't tell them, okay?" She entrusts me with a secret, her eyes pleading for discretion.

Suddenly, she tugs gently on my shirt, a subtle gesture that speaks volumes. It's a silent message, a whispered promise that she's not ready to reveal her true feelings, not yet. The gentle pull sends a shiver down my spine, a spark of electricity that ignites a deep connection between us. As we stand there, surrounded by the vibrant chaos of the school yard, our hearts beat in sync, sharing a secret that only we understand.

As we enter the classroom, Mr. Rahim's thunderous voice greets us like a hurricane, "EVERYONE STAND UP!!!" Amin and I exchange a comical glance, both of us thinking, "Geez, that's loud!" Mariam just rolls her eyes good-naturedly, accustomed to Mr. Rahim's dramatic flair.

As we stand at attention, Mr. Rahim begins his history lecture, his passion for the subject infectious. I take my seat on the side of the room, facing the mirror, trying to appear attentive while sneaking glances at my reflection. Amin, sitting next to me, starts making funny faces, trying to stifle his giggles. Mr. Rahim, oblivious to Amin's antics, continues his lecture, "And then, the great pharaohs of Egypt…"

Amin whispers to me, "I wonder if Mr. Rahim was a pharaoh in his past life?" I stifle a chuckle, trying not to get caught. Mr. Rahim, sensing our distraction, shoots us a piercing glance, "Ah, yes, Amin, you'd make a great pharaoh...of procrastination!" The class erupts into laughter, and even Mr. Rahim cracks a smile, "Alright, alright, settle down. History won't learn itself!"

After class, I linger at the podium, watching Hana blossom in her new environment. She's adapting remarkably well, effortlessly switching between Malay and English as she plays with her friends. I can't help but feel a pang of loneliness, but it's heartwarming to see her grow.

Seeking solace, I claim my usual spot on the outdoor podium, lying down and closing my eyes. The gentle breeze and distant hum of airplanes lull me into a peaceful slumber.

But my serenity is short-lived, as the sound of Mariam and Amin's banter pierces the air. "Hey! I wonder if Alex is here..." Amin says, his voice laced with curiosity.

Mariam's response is spot on, "Of course he is, he's like a cat, always finding a good spot to snooze." She knows me too well – with the constant chaos I face daily, it's a miracle I can catch a wink.

Determined to remain hidden, I climb onto the roof of the podium, watching Mariam and Amin search for me below. Amin's confusion is palpable, "Ai? He's usually here? Where is he?”

Mariam's sly chuckle sends a shiver down my spine, "Kukuku...seems like he's hiding somewhere..." Her intuition is uncanny, but I'll keep my secret spot safe – for now.

As I snooze, I'm serenaded by Mariam and Amin's flirtatious banter, like a ridiculous soundtrack to my nap. "Well, honey, what did you think of the assembly?" Mariam asks, her voice dripping with sweetness, like honey on toast.

Amin responds sensibly, "I think we all want a better learning environment." But Mariam's not having it, "Please, those girls think bigger boobs mean better, but I've got the real firepower!" She's like a feisty little kitten, claws out!

I peek through half-closed eyes, and oh boy, Mariam's got her hands on her assets, while Amin's gazing like a lovesick puppy! I'm like, "What the...?! Get a room, you two! This is a school, not a love hotel!”

But they just won't quit. Mariam's "kukuku" laugh echoes, followed by Amin's "Yo, bro, hiding spot found!" They plop down beside me, and I'm like, "Get your own roof, this one's taken! I'm trying to sleep off my boredom here!”

Amin sighs contentedly, "This is the life!" while Mariam snuggles in, "Cozy, right?" I'm just here, face-palming, "Get. A. Room. And a grip, you two!”

Mariam teases, "Aww, come on, Alex! Don't be such a grump!" Amin chimes in, "Yeah, bro, lighten up!" But I'm like, "No way, I'm the roof police! You two are trespassing on my chill time!”

The three of us lie there, basking in the awkwardness, like a trio of misfit friends. It's ridiculous, but somehow, it works. Maybe this is what they mean by "school spirit"?

As we relax on the roof, Mariam says, "Looks like this school's changed, and we're the ones who made it happen, eh?" Amin chimes in, "We're like the three musketeers, right?" I try to be optimistic, "Uh-huh...yeah...seems like everything's fine, right?”

But then, we hear a commotion from the field. I recognize those goons - they're from the school's notorious gang, known for causing trouble! And they're dragging someone away... 

My instincts kick in, and I spring into action. "Hey, hold the fort for me, will ya?" I say to Mariam and Amin, but they're not having it. "No way, we'll follow you!" they exclaim in unison.

End of Part 1