Myrcella's POV
All of the current members of the student council had gathered inside the council office, the thick wooden doors now shut behind them, sealing in the warm hum of conversation and the rustling of papers.
Everyone's eyes were on me as I stood at the front, holding a clipboard filled with checklists, reminders, and notes that had only grown longer over the past few weeks.
I pointed to the various items we needed to get done this school year.
I think there were far more responsibilities than most realized.
The atmosphere was heavy with a sense of urgency, but also with a quiet kind of determination.
I could feel it in my chest that there was so much more we could do and so many things we hadn't touched yet.
Ideas rushed through my mind even as I tried to focus on the current agenda.
I kept writing down thoughts and scribbling additions in the margins of my notes, trying to make sure nothing slipped away unnoticed.
