Notes:-
The author has added some special features to this post. He is pissed today. He knows that he can be suspended for writing such a post, and takes full responsibility for his actions. His only defence is that he did this only for justice, and common sense.

Edit: On top of all that, he has balls.

I am Tan Wei Wen from Class 4/1, Anderson Secondary School.

P.S. Anderson sucks.
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"My white dragon beats your shadow balls!"

Partially amused by HB's shouting, Don made no effort to hear what was being shouted. He didn't have to. Yet, he still felt that what he heard was incorrect- The phrase sounded perverse.

Just then, Major Chong entered the class. Chaos was no more.
(Yes, it was that simple. Just his presence can turn the colour of a baboon's butt blue.)

Cards scrambled, chairs fell, moods were dampened. A wave of silence struck the class of 4/1. Doom has arrived.

"Are you in your respective classes? Do you all belong here?" Major Chong looked on, leering at some of the students. James looked on, having nothing much to say. Abel gave a weak excuse.

That question would not have happened if the NEW principal of the school had not implemented the rules for "trespassing". Apparently, if a student of Class A walks into Class B, invited or not, he is trespassing, and vice versa. That would warrant a minor offence if he laid a step into the classroom which he does not study in.

Would a major offence consist of him taking two steps? Don was miffed.

Unknown to everyone, the truth was that there was no clear line for a major or minor offence. Actually, there was no clear line between innocence and guilt. Not in Anderson Secondary.

Name-tag? Hair? Loose pants? Low belt? Earsticks? School-badge? Ankle socks?
The list would go on, and on.

A minor offence consisted of not wearing a name-tag. Seven minor offences would you expelled. Anything Everything will get you a minor offence. Anderson is going to have a lack of students soon. A term is all we need for the rules to slacken.

(Yeah, and if any teacher reads this, they are going to step up on rules. Woop-tee-doo.)

On the other hand, there were no rules stating that killing a person was punishable. That was a large loophole. Since the principal went by her "law-by-law" rules, doesn't that mean that exploiting these loopholes would make one invulnerable to the system? Even if it was, unfortunately (laughs), a major offence, that would only result in the offender get two strokes of the cane for the first offence. Of course, if one commited four major offences, he or she will be suspended from school for two whole weeks.

(At this point of time, I must beseech all of you to defy, insult, harm and then kill a certain someone. *coffpohcoff* This will count as FOUR major offences, and you'll not need to come to school for the next two weeks. Isn't that great?)

"You guys changing class, right?" Major Chong continued.

"No, we're not. I told Miss Heng that we did not want to change already," Pam said.

"No, I did not get any message from Mrs Poh saying you guys did not want to change. So I'll take everything down and put them in the current 3/7 class now," Major Chong continued, indifferent to the reply Pam gave.

4/1 had no choice but to comply.

"Do you think that the change of classes was inevitable even if we rejected the idea? Maybe Mrs Poh didn't want Pam taking the elevator. Only the teachers can take it."

Yes, maybe it is true. Mrs Poh wants to make us know our place. Teachers must have more privileges, and the relationship of student and teacher cannot be too close. Teachers can only be givers of information, never a friend. Is that what she wants?

The facts did add up. Mrs Poh made it compulsory (Yes, compulsory. Le gasp.) for all students to greet every teacher they see. Failure to do so will result in (you guessed it) a minor offence. She even made it a minor offence to wear class tee or school tee (anderson yeah) on casual Fridays.

How casual is that, huh?

Two and two makes four.

No, something must be done.