At school, anyone who wanted to become vice captains/house captains had to write in a letter to the head of house/deputy head of house (a house is a group, there are 6 in our school) stating why you’d be fit for the job.
I wrote in a letter, but I’m too young for the job (I’m going to step up to vice captain next year) so I became a prefect!
My name (and several others) was called in assembly and I almost had a heart attack. I looked over at the other kid who I knew had applied, eyes wide open. We were both confused. Did we go up to the front to collect our badges? The new house/vice captains stepped up, so me and the other kid did too. So yay, now I’m a prefect. My badge looks like this (except prefect is written in gold):
My friend (not naming, he’ll get angry, so let’s call him Bob) is really angry because the other kid (let’s name her Gertrude) got the job of a prefect. Like, Bob, if you wanted to be a prefect so badly, why didn’t put the effort in to become one? O wellllll