Another story from Creative Writing


“People running for student council, applications are due next Monday!” The morning announcer announced over the intercom. Yea! Another way for popular students to rule the school! I thought to myself as I pretended to read my completely uninteresting book. I was so sick of popular kids. They think that they are so cool. It sucks. They don’t even do anything good with their influence in the school. All they do is make fun of others, show up to school in their fancy sports cars and Gucci and Chanel bags and designer jackets. Who would want to vote for them?
Just then, my best friend, Chelsea, texted me. “Hey, Amber, you should TOTALLY run for student council!”
I replied, “We all know that I would not stand a chance against Cecilia and her posse.” Cecilia was the most popular girl in school, and boys drooled over her. Not that I cared about that.
Chelsea texted, “You never know. Like I always say ‘never let the fear of striking out, keep you from playing the game’.”
I rolled my eyes.
Chelsea texted, “You better not have just rolled your eyes!” She knows me too well!
I texted, “I didn’t!”
Chelsea wrote, “You did and you should turn in an application!”
I turned off my phone.
I hate to admit it, but, I dwelled on that thought for all of class. The idea consumed me. In my head, I argued both sides. I was surprised that I didn’t start screaming from all of the arguing that was going on inside of my brain.
When that class was finally let out, Chelsea, was at the door, waiting for me in record time. I wanted to bolt down the hallway, but, I didn’t. Chelsea led me across the hallway, to the activities office, where the applications were kept.
“Why are you here?” I asked Chelsea.
“Because I knew that you wouldn’t have come here if I didn’t make you.” Chelsea answered.
“You’re right.” I replied, grabbing an application.
Just then, the biggest jerk of them all, Cecilia breezed on by, followed by her groupies. Ugh. She stopped dead in front of me.
“Why are you even running? We all know that yours truly is going to win.” Cecilia told me. I flattened myself against the wall to get as far away from her as I possibly could.
“There is no harm in trying. I’ve got nothing to lose.” I told her, confidently.
“You’ll be humiliated in front of the entire school.” Cecilia sneered.
“Oh, well, at least, I can say that I tried. But, by the way, all that make-up that your wearing is so last season, I’d imagine that you of all people would know that. The only reason that I can think of, as to why you would be wearing all of that make-up, is for a new look or because you have red blotches all over your face and you’re trying to hide it. I’d go with the red blotches, because, the new ‘look’ is ugly and unoriginal; just like you.” I snapped. Cecilia gasped, and left stomping out, her posse following. I grinned widely.
“Oh my gosh…I don’t think that I’ve ever seen anybody be able to do that to her!” Chelsea exclaimed.
“That was nothing! Anybody could have done that.” I answered, brushing the whole situation off.
“Whatever. That was totally something.” Chelsea said as we walked out of the activities office and to our next class.
Chelsea and I took our seats that were right next to each other. I slumped in my seat and started to look over the application.
Where do you see yourself in ten years? Twenty years?
If you could change the world, what would you change?
What do you want to do when you’re older?
What do you want to study in college?
Where do you want to go to college?
Do you have a favorite quote?
If so, what is it? What do you like about it?
“Chelsea, I don’t know how to answer any of these!” I whispered to her.
“Here, I’ll take this and see if we can go to the library, and I’ll ask you these questions.” Chelsea said, grabbing the application.
No matter what the class was, Chelsea had a way of getting what she wanted. English was beyond easy for both Chelsea and I and the teacher knew it. There was no sense in forcing us to stay in a class in which we already knew everything and if we didn’t, it would only take us two seconds to learn it. Besides, our teacher was a sucker for student council type of things. She would say yes to the stupidest kid in the class for that reason, yet alone Chelsea and me. I began to pack up what I had already gotten out to be ready for class.
Chelsea smiled as she walked back to her seat, with all of our classwork and homework in hand. Looking at the papers, our teacher was going to be instructing grammar, something Chelsea and I understood but nobody else seemed to get. I was glad that we were leaving so that I wouldn’t have to sit through that lesson for the umpteenth time. Chelsea and I left the classroom.
We walked across the school to the library. We sat down at the nearest table. I put my backpack on the floor next to my chair. I sat back in my chair and relaxed. Chelsea hunched over the table, ready to write down whatever I told her.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Ready. Where do you see yourself in ten years?” Chelsea asked me.
“I’ll have finished college and started a career. I’ll maybe even have begun to start a family.” I answered. I hadn’t given much thought to my future, I planned on just letting it pan out by itself.
“Where do you see yourself in twenty years?” She asked me.
“I’ll be continuing my family and career. I’ll hopefully have my dream house in my dream neighborhood, all the while doing work to publicize world hunger and poverty. Plus, I’ll be doing some community service.” I answered. My dream house was huge with a pool, balcony, library, three-car garage, etc. My dream neighborhood was a nice-looking one, with nice, smart, hard-working neighbors; it didn’t matter where it was located.
“If you could change something about the world, what would you change?” She asked.
“Like I said, world hunger and poverty. People everywhere should be able to have food and drinking water. Those who have them tend to take it for granted. I hope to one day get the opportunity to go into a country where they don’t have those basic necessities and help them out. Maybe even sponsor a kid.” I answered. “I think that my brother tends to take food for granted; he eats like a pig, it’s disgusting.”
“What do you want to do when you’re older?” Chelsea asked.
“I want to work in the government. I don’t know where, but, I want to help as many people as humanly possible. I also want to start a charity for world hunger and poverty.” I answered, thinking about what else I might want to do in the future.
“What do you want to study in college?” Chelsea asked.
“I don’t know. Preferably something that could help me with my job and charity ideas.” I answered. I was thinking maybe business, but, I wasn’t sure enough to actually say.
“Where do you want to go to college?” She questioned me.
“I have no clue. I’ll have to put some more research into that. Somewhere that specializes in my major, when I figure that out.” I answered.
“Do you have a favorite quote?” Chelsea questioned me.
“Yes. ‘Never let the fear of striking out, keep you from playing the game’.” I answered. I know that it was related baseball and from a movie, but, it was still my favorite quote.
“Why so?” She asked.
“I believe that everyone should live by it. I try to. It’s what encouraged me to do this. It’s motivating.” I explained. We soon finished the application, Chelsea assisting me on the questions that I had difficulty answering.
I turned in the application after English.
That evening, Chelsea helped me make posters to hang up around school and buttons, stickers, and cards to pass out. We even came up with catchy slogans for my campaign, settling with “a vote for Amber, is a vote for change.”
The next day we handed out the buttons, stickers, cards and hung up posters.
When the time for elections came, I was feeling more than a little anxious. I wasn’t sure that I would win, but, Chelsea was.
“You’ve got this!” She whispered to me as we walked into fourth period, the period that Student Council officers would be announced.
With ten minutes left in the period, the intercom came on.
“Students, we have your Student Council members,” the announcer announced. I just tried to concerate on breathing in and out. The whole announcement was background noise, until I heard, “Amber Johnson”. I did it! I was elected to the Student Council!
The whole classroom erupted into cheers and congratulations.
I started to cry. I admit it. I guess that when they say ‘Never let the fear of striking out, keep you from playing the game,’ it is good advice. Plus, the best part was, Cecilia won’t be joining the Student Council due to a lack of votes. I guess that popular kids don’t rule everything, after all. Ha, in your face, Cecilia!

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