[center][color=purple][b][u]Sakura[/u][/b][/color][/center]
A gentle breeze lifted the pink petals up through the air, engaging them in a somewhat odd, if not hypnotic dance. It was only fitting, with the start of he new semester only a few days ago, nature joined in on the renewal. The cherry blossoms had always been a symbol of a fresh start and new chances, which was exactly what Yamaku was meant to represent for its students. Much like those blossoms to which Sakura owed her name, she would be a symbol for the students to draw their strength from. She herself had always fully embraced all the chances life threw at her, she would motivate the remainder of the student body to do the same, show them that despite their disabilities, they were far from useless. 

She carelessly flicked a stray strand of her long hair out of her face, a determined frown appearing on her face. Classes were over for today, but that hardly meant that there was no more work left, and she wasn't thinking about homework. Looking up and down the walkway leading to the school, she spotted several students already going about their way to go to their respective clubs and activities. Every once in a while, she received a nod from a passing student who recognized her, earning a nod in return from her. 

While Yamaku was less stoked in tradition and discipline than most other Japanese schools, it still maintained a set of strict rules, its particular nature enforcing some more than others. As student council president, she had already given a small speech at the start of the year, but judging from the lack of enthusiasm that she had hoped to see among the students, it hadn't sunk in as well as she would have hoped. This called for more effort on her part.

With a single snap of her fingers, one of the student council members planted down a small box in front of her, promptly handing her over a megaphone. Getting the megaphone had required some creativity and a little bending of the school rules. It was doubtful that the track team really needed it right now, let alone that they minded her borrowing it if they didn't want to see their funding receive a very serious cut.

The thought that her skirt might just be slightly too short for her to stand on the box only very briefly crossed her mind once she ascended on top of it, quickly passing as she stood upright. While there was a speaker system to use throughout the school, Sakura preferred a more personal approach at the moment. The students were supposed to see her face and recognize her, it would only add to the effect of inspiration.

[i]"Students of Yamaku!"[/i] 
Sakura's voice resounded through the megaphone, most likely taking more than a few students off guard, but catching the attention of most of the school nonetheless. Her voice was naturally loud, and now she was even shouting into the megaphone, enough to make people cringe lightly at the volume.
[i]"This is your president! Know this, you only live once! Your high school career shapes what kind of a person you will be for he remainder of the lives you have left! Will you let that go to waste?! Live life to your fullest, and do not hesitate or regret! Show the world what you're made of and leave them all stunned!"[/i] 
She paused for a moment, sweeping her gaze through the crowd now that she had gotten their attention, as well as catching her breath from the shouting.

[i]"Several changes will be made here, I assure you! I will not tolerate anyone slacking off or anyone showing signs of mediocrity! Anyone without the will to fight should just lie down and die! As such, I will impose a new set of rules! First off, I will [b]double[/b] the detention for anyone who dares to falter in making their homework, furthermore, participation in the upcoming sports festival is now [b]mandatory[/b] for any student unwilling to face the consequences! That will be all for now, and remember, life is for the living!" [/i] 
She finished off her speech with a fist pump in the air, showing her determination. It had turned out to be a very mediocre speech, but it had all been improvised by her on the spot. No doubt she had made several enemies among the students with her new rules, but even animosity could be a source of energy and inspiration for those people. Sometimes, what someone needed to push forwards, was a force pushing back against them.

[i]"How was that?"[/i] She asked as she hopped off the improvised stand and tossed the megaphone back towards the student that handed it to her.