"Miss Yurie, this is your fifth warning, plus the charges of attempted murder and multiple counts of arson. You are due for expulsion, and I will be contacting your guardians immediately."
That was my last day there, but they had no clue I'd been trying to get expelled from the start. I practically gift-wrapped the chaos just so they'd dump me into that school—the one where everyone marches in line under the student council's perfect little dictatorship.
Rules? I break them for breakfast. Order? I ruin it just to watch the panic spread. Their "perfect conduct" never stood a chance against me.
But I didn't choose that school just to cause trouble.
I came for blood.
"you did good but did you have to go that far?"
"of course if the first four warnings didn't get me out the fifth one had to be something big"
If I'm going to pull something reckless at St. Astras, I need to make sure not a single trace points back to me. That place is crawling with authority—seven council members breathing down everyone's neck like they own the world.
Seven watchers.
Seven obstacles.
Seven problems.
And when the time comes, my grand finale won't leave room for any of them. I'm not here to behave. I'm here to rewrite the whole damn script—and wipe their perfect little empire clean off the stage.
let the start of the chaos begin...
~~~~~
Purple uniforms, spotless halls, rules carved into every wall—and most importantly, every pair of eyes locked on the council members like they were gods. That was St. Astras.
"Here is your schedule," the administrator said, handing me the paper like it was a warning label. "Since you have a record of… questionable behavioral conduct, I'm assigning my top student to keep a very close eye on you."
Great. Babysitting. Exactly what I needed in this perfect little prison.
"thanks"
"you must be the transfer student I'm Lannie Ravens, just know here behavior goes a long way so try your best not to act like your in old school" so this is student council president, not what I expected actually.
"I'll try but no promises" there was something about her that I couldn't figure out she wasn't demanding but that wasn't it at all. I can't get this in my head now, I have a plan to elaborate while I walk through these halls. but one thing for sure is that this school will burn down.
First period was fascinating. I had all the same classes as Lannie, which was amazing… but obviously, that was only so she could keep a close eye on me. Every time I glanced her way, she was already watching—arms crossed, posture perfect, the model student council president doing her "assigned duty."
She sat directly beside me in every room, the teachers greeting her first like she was royalty and I was the stray dog she'd been told to leash. She didn't say much at first, just raised an eyebrow whenever I tapped my pencil too loudly or leaned back in my chair like I used to at my old school.
But between the strict rules, the spotless hallways, and the way everyone avoided stepping out of line whenever she walked by… yeah. Fascinating was one word for it. Annoying was another.
Still, having Lannie Ravens stuck to me class after class?I couldn't decide if it was a punishment… or something a little more interesting.
I couldn't help but smile. I was already intrigued to cause trouble, to stir the quiet little hive this school tried so hard to keep perfect. But not yet. It was only my first day, and if I acted too fast, all my plans would go to waste and worse, I'd get caught before anything even started.
Lannie kept glancing at me like she could sense the gears turning in my head. Maybe she could. Maybe that's what made it fun.
I tapped my finger against my desk, pretending to focus on the lesson, but really I was mapping out the hallways in my mind… the security cameras… the council patrol routes… every tiny weakness in this spotless kingdom.
Patience, I reminded myself.
Destruction is always better when it's timed perfectly.
And I had all year.
"Why are you smiling so hard?" Lannie asked, narrowing her eyes at me like she was trying to read every thought in my head.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I leaned back in my chair, letting the smile grow just to annoy her. "This perfect school is very fascinating. I'd love to learn every rule this place has to offer."
Her posture stiffened—just a little, barely noticeable unless you were looking for it. But I was.
"That's… good to hear," she said slowly, like she didn't trust a single word coming out of my mouth.
"Oh, I'm sure I'll learn fast," I added, tapping my pen against the desk. "After all, I have the student council president personally supervising me. How lucky am I?"
"Watch it," Lannie warned, her voice calm but edged like a blade. "If you're planning something… just know you will be stopped."
I tilted my head, pretending to look confused, even innocent—both of which I definitely wasn't.
"Stopped?" I echoed softly. "By you?"
Her jaw tightened. "By the council. By the rules. By whatever it takes."
I smiled again, slow and deliberate. "Good. I'd hate for this place to get boring."
Lannie didn't flinch, but her grip on her notebook tightened just enough to betray her. She was trying to intimidate me, to scare me straight on day one.
Too bad for her I don't break that easily.
And the way she kept staring?
I wasn't sure if she was suspicious of me…
or curious.
Maybe both.
The day ended faster than I expected. Too fast, honestly. And the worst part? It was boring. I hated being bored—silence and structure were never my thing, and this school was full of both.
Students filed out in neat little lines, the halls spotless as always. I stretched my arms over my head, already planning what kind of trouble I could start tomorrow, when footsteps stopped in front of me.
Lannie.
She was smiling.
Not the tight, forced smile she used earlier.A real one—small, but real enough to catch me off guard.
"Well," she said, tilting her head slightly, "you survived your first day. That's a good sign."
I raised an eyebrow. "Survived? I was expecting more excitement."
"I'm sure you were." Her smile didn't fade. "But boring isn't always bad. Sometimes it means you behaved."
I scoffed softly. "Don't get too used to it."
"I won't," she replied, stepping closer. "That's why I'm here."
"here"
Lannie handed me a paper with my dorm number on it, but the way she smiled made me uneasy. Was my roommate someone dangerous? Or someone who was going to get in my way?
Then it clicked. My roommate wasn't just anyone. they'd be watching everything I did, everywhere I went, every move I made.
God, I'm rooming with the president… I let out a long sigh.
I came into the room ten minutes before the curfew and immediately saw the look on the president's face. She wasn't angry. she was exhausted.
"You know you could get in trouble for coming in ten minutes before curfew," she said.
"I wouldn't know, and I obviously don't care."
"We're supposed to have a good reputation in this school. You shouldn't ruin it."
"That's exactly what I came for. Not only is your school full of perfect brats, it's full of order too."
"So what?"
"I don't follow rules, nor do I comply with them. You'd have to stop me by killing me."
She didn't say anything but instead looked me dead in the eye and said. "I kill you i become like you" That reminded me of those files the school kept locked away, hidden records meant to keep me in check. But even they couldn't contain me. A shiver ran down my spine, a mix of excitement and something darker. All I wanted was destruction.
"I'll be keeping a very close eye on you don't do nothing stupid please"
"I'll try, but no promises," I'd said. A few hours later, once Lannie finally fell asleep, I slipped out of the dormitory. quiet enough that no one noticed a thing. The first step of my plan was to copy the school board's files onto my hard drive. The halls were silent… too silent. The cameras were still active, their lenses sweeping back and forth, but I timed my steps to slip past each one as it turned away. Before I knew it, I was standing in the office.
"I need to make this quick before someone shows up."
I started importing the files, my fingers moving fast as the progress bar ticked by. As soon as the transfer was complete, I bolted, leaving the office in a hurry. I was almost back at the dorm when I was stopped by none other than Rei Ravens.
"The sister, I'm pleased to meet you."
"You're out after curfew. Why?"
"That's none of your business. Stay out of it." I didn't mean to sound so hostile, but it came out that way.
"If you're up to mischief, I'll have to write you up."
"As if! I just got hungry."
"What a fucking lie."
"Alright then, how about this. you let me go, we both pretend nothing happened, and your precious school stays in one piece... for now."
Of course, since every student council member is so in love with this stupid prison, they can't say no.
"even if I let you go the cameras already saw"
"Nuh uh." I grinned, slow and satisfied, watching rei's expression tighten.
"Before I left that office, I may have… adjusted a few things. The cameras won't turn back on until tomorrow morning at six, when all the students wake up."
Her breath hitched. "You Yurie, that's—"
I stepped closer, lowering my voice until only she could hear. "So you either let me go," I said, eyes locked on hers, "or we both get caught wandering around after curfew."
Her posture stiffened, the perfect rule-following vice president suddenly realizing just how deep she was standing in trouble with me. I tilted my head, smile widening.
"And you wouldn't want that on your record… now would we, Rei?"
I walked backward toward the hallway, still facing her.
"don't follow me after hours." I warned.
I finally made it back to the dorm, and there she was, Lannie. Still fast asleep in her bed, breathing soft and steady like she didn't have a clue what I'd been up to.
I closed the door quietly and let out a long, relieved sigh. Step one was done.
Barely.
Getting those files from a heavily guarded room was harder than I expected, and avoiding every sensor.
At my old school, I never cared about any of that bullshit. Cameras, hall monitors, admin offices, I treated them like background noise. A joke.
But here… Here I had to care. Because this place wasn't like my old school. This school guarded secrets with teeth, and whatever they locked away my family was important enough to bury deep.
I sat on the edge of my bed, pulling the stolen file from inside my jacket and put it in my computer.
Step one was over. But steps two through seven? Those were going to be hell.
Across the room, Lannie shifted under her blanket, completely unaware she was sharing a dorm with someone who'd just broken half the school's rules in one night.
I smirked.
If only she knew.
I didn't even notice I'd stayed up the whole night. Hours of sorting the files, scanning them into my computer, organizing every page and note until my eyes burned. I didn't even hear Lannie moving until it was too late.
"Shit, shit, shit—"
I slammed every window closed, minimizing screens, shutting tabs, clearing the desktop in a panic. By the time she sat up, my laptop was flipped shut and I was pretending to stretch like I'd just woken up.
She rubbed her eyes, squinting at me. "Did you not go to sleep yesterday?"
I didn't look at her. "Why do you care?"
That caught her off guard. She hesitated, blanket still half wrapped around her.
"I don't," she said, too quickly. "I just… noticed."
I scoffed. "You notice everything. It's your whole personality."
Her brows pinched, the tiniest frown forming. "I'm trying to make sure you don't get in trouble. Being exhausted on day two isn't a great start."
I turned my head finally, meeting her gaze with a raised eyebrow. "And here I thought you'd love that."
Lannie opened her mouth probably to throw some rule at me but then she paused. Studied me. Something in her expression softened, just slightly.
"You look tired," she murmured.
"Yeah," I said, pushing my laptop further away, "well, mind your business."
But the truth was… she wasn't wrong she did notice something but choose to ignore it.
"Um… I heard today we have an assembly. What's it about?" I asked, pretending to scroll through my phone even though my fingers were shaking just a little.
"Curfew hours," Lannie said simply. "And how someone went out yesterday after curfew."
My mind froze for half a second.
That can't be right.
I'm sure I hid myself well. I killed the cameras, checked every blind spot, mapped the halls, there's no way they should know.
I kept my expression neutral, casual, bored. I wasn't worried about getting caught. If anything, I'd probably laugh straight in a teacher's face if they tried to pin something on me.
But this… This meant there was surveillance I didn't see. Something I didn't detect. A system hidden under the system I thought I had already beaten.
Lannie didn't notice my stillness, or maybe she did and just pretended not to. She slipped her shoes on and grabbed her bag like this was just any other school morning.
I forced a smirk. "So someone snuck out, huh? Guess your perfect little school isn't so perfect."
Lannie's eyes flicked toward me. Sharp. Searching. "Whoever it was… they're bold," she said quietly. "And reckless."
I shrugged. "Reckless people make life interesting."
She didn't reply. Which only made the silence worse. We stepped out into the hallway together, but for the first time, I wasn't thinking about chaos or plans or mischief.
I was thinking about step one… And whether the school had already noticed more than they should have. If there was unknown surveillance watching me… I needed to find it.
Fast.
"Woah, this room is packed." I glanced around, every single seat was filled, students lined up like soldiers. The only empty spots were the seven chairs in the front, reserved for the student council."Is that where you sit?" I asked, nodding toward them.
Lannie didn't answer. She was staring at the girl already seated in the second chair, her sister. Same sharp posture, same cold-focus eyes.
"I'll be off," I said quickly, trying to slip away before she could reel me back in.
But Lannie's hand shot out and grabbed my arm.
"Don't leave this room until the assembly ends," she warned quietly. "And don't do anything stupid."
I raised an eyebrow. "What counts as stupid?"
She didn't respond, just gave me that look, the one that said she was two seconds away from dragging me to a chair herself.
I sighed dramatically and slid into an empty seat. "Fine. I'll behave." For now.
A hush fell over the room as her sister stood at the podium. Of course she was the one speaking the vice president. No wonder they were siblings. They carried the same ambition in their eyes, the same need for control pulsing off them like heat.
"Good morning, students," the VP began, voice crisp and commanding. "Today's assembly will address a violation of curfew hours and updates regarding campus security…"
The crowd shifted nervously.
I leaned back, smirking slightly.
Two Ravens running the school. Perfect.
The vice president's voice carried through the auditorium with that perfect, practiced authority.
"Last night," she announced, "someone violated curfew hours and moved across restricted areas of campus."
A ripple of whispers spread instantly.
I didn't move. Didn't blink. Just crossed my legs and leaned back like this was a movie I'd already seen.
But from the front row, Lannie's eyes flicked toward me again, quick, subtle, like she didn't want anyone to notice except me.
Her gaze said everything
'Don't even think about lying to me. Don't even think about doing something. And stop smirking, for the love ofgod.'
The VP continued, flipping to the next page of her notes.
"While our primary camera systems were temporarily offline for maintenance—"
My breath nearly caught. Maintenance? Cute cover story.
"—we detected movement through our secondary monitoring system."
My blood went cold.
Secondary? So there was hidden surveillance. Exactly what I feared.
Around me, students looked confused or concerned, but I forced my expression to stay bored almost annoyed. Like I wasn't sitting on a secret that could get me thrown out of here in seconds.
Up front, Lannie was no longer pretending to watch the stage.
She was staring at me openly now. Not out of anger. Not even out of suspicion.
Out of fear.
For me.
The VP set the papers down and straightened her shoulders.
"We will be increasing supervision, enforcing stricter curfew checks, and reviewing all movement on campus until the responsible student is identified."
I almost laughed. Not because it was funny… but because, somehow, this school kept getting more interesting.
Students around me shifted uncomfortably. One girl whispered, "Who would even break curfew on the first day?"
Without meaning to, I smiled.
And that's exactly when Lannie caught my eyes again.
This time, her expression wasn't readable.A mix of irritation, worry, and something else she didn't want to admit.
The assembly continued, but her gaze stayed locked on me.
And the whole time, all I could think was:
If they really saw me… why haven't they called my name yet?
The whole assembly was bullshit. The vice president kept sneaking glances at me, she knew it was me. Of course she did. But since we made a deal, and her spotless school life was more valuable to her than her own pride, she knew better than to say anything. Smart girl.
All I wanted right now was to get back to those files I stole from the office—locked, unsigned, buried things now sitting on my computer—so I could figure out what comes next. People here had ambition, goals, reputations.
I didn't want any of that.
I had desire. A desire to watch everything they built crack. A desire to see this perfect little system collapse under its own weight.
And that desire was getting louder by the minute.
I sighed, agitation burning under my skin. "You good?" Lannie appeared beside me—like she always did, always too close, always too observant.
"Can I go back to my room now?" I asked flatly.
"Not yet," she said, eyes narrowing. "Did you sneak out while I was sleeping yesterday?"
"No. Why would I?" My face didn't move an inch.
I'd always been good at this—hiding things, lying without blinking. Getting caught only made things more exciting anyway. The risk, the chase, the possibility of being cornered…
The desire to hunt.
"That assembly was about someone sneaking out after curfew," Lannie said, stepping closer, her eyes narrowing. "Nobody in this school takes risks like that except—" Her gaze settled on me like she already had the answer.
"Life without risks is boring," I said with a shrug. "You should give it a try. Maybe your life would be less boring and a lot more fun."
Her jaw tightened. "You think fun is about being a bad kid and breaking every rule?" she shot back. "It's not. It's only going to lead you down a path straight to hell."
"Thanks," I said bluntly.
"I'm serious," she insisted. "Every dangerous thing you do it's only going to reflect on you. You can't just live like that" oh but I can.
"I'm not doing it just because it's fun." My voice dropped, colder than I meant it to be. "There are things I need to destroy. The living thing that destroyed me."
Lannie froze because she knew I meant every word.
"Now, if you'll excuse me," I said, brushing past her shoulder. "I'm going back to the dorm."I smiled small, the kind that told her she had no control over me no matter how hard she tried.
Lannie didn't move. She just watched me walk off, her expression tight with worry… or anger… or something she didn't want me to see.
Either way, I left her standing there with nothing but questions and I had no intention of giving her answers.
Hours later in the dorm, the air was thick. Lannie kept glancing at me like I was a bomb she expected to go off.
"What did you mean earlier?" she finally asked.
I didn't answer. Or more accurately I refused to.
"You can't just give me the silent treatment now," she pressed, irritation slipping into her voice. "You said something serious, Yurie. I deserve an explanation."
"You're student council president," I muttered without looking at her. "Figure it out."
She huffed. "Just because I'm student council president doesn't mean I know everything."
"But the school does," I shot back. "And they're trying to stop me from burning your school."
Her head snapped toward me. "Wait didn't you—" She said it with this sarcastic tone that made my blood itch.
"I'm dropping this issue. Thank you." My voice was final.
I really wanted her to shut up before she pushed me somewhere I didn't want to go.
"Please, Yurie… I need to know," Lannie said, softer this time—desperate in a way she didn't want me to hear.
"So you can write me up? No thank you."I didn't even look at her. My eyes were locked on the files glowing on my laptop screen.
There—finally. Something useful.
I grabbed a sticky note from the pile beside me and started scribbling down my next move, the plan unfolding in my head like it had been waiting for this moment.
Names, dates, connections—threads the school hoped no one would ever pull.
And then I saw it.
Target number one: Rory Scott. On the student council
My pen paused for half a second, a slow smile tugging at my lips.
Lannie leaned forward, trying to see what I was writing. "Yurie… what are you doing?"
But I didn't answer.
I was already too deep into the next step.
I hid the sticky note in a heartbeat—no way I was letting this girl see even one word of what I was planning. After so long, I was finally getting somewhere. My blood buzzed with excitement.
And it was only the second day.
"Yurie… what are you planning?" Lannie asked, her voice low, careful.
"None of your business," I said without looking up.
"It is my business," she shot back. "I'm supposed to be watching you, and yet I don't know the slightest thing you're doing."
"Good." I closed my laptop with a soft click. "And it can stay that way."
Lannie frowned. "Why are you—"
"The further you are from this," I cut in, staring straight at her, "the better. No point in you getting in my way… or in my crossfire."
Her breath hitched just a little.
She finally understood
I wasn't playing a game. Every single situation was intentional.
I smiled to myself. The sticky note had everything I needed. names, patterns, cracks in the system. My roadmap.
"What was the real reason you came to this school?" Lannie asked suddenly.
I blinked once, slow. "I don't understand your question," I said, playing dumb because it always irritated her.
She didn't take the bait this time. "You didn't come here just because you got expelled," she pressed. "You came here on purpose. You wanted to get expelled."
A small grin tugged at my mouth. "Smart girl you are. No wonder they made you president."
"Then what's the reason?" she asked. "Why come here? Why this school?"
I didn't answer.
Silence thickened between us, heavy and cold. Her eyes searched my face for a hint, a crack—something she could use.
But I gave her nothing.
And the quiet answer I didn't speak out loud said everything she needed to fear.
'oh my god'. was all her face said.
I smiled because she didn't know she was on my target list.