“Olivia for President!” I chanted through the halls of Bentley Elementary. I felt more proud with every strut. I was running for President of Student Council.
It only took Mrs Sykora three entire days to convince me to run. She told me I would have no problem winning, at the time there was no other candidate. I thought to myself and came to a conclusion. I had this in the bag. Even though I had no opponent, I still thought it was necessary to make posters and inform everyone about their new soon-to-be President. I went home that day and sat my parents down.
“Mom, Dad, I’m going to be President. I’m gonna need poster board, markers, glue, and nice 3 by 5 picture of myself.”
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When she opened the door my face went pale. A cold sensation raced throughout my body starting in my feet and finishing in my face. I could say I was disappointed but that would not come close to describing the betrayal I felt. This moment was worse than my mom telling me she made cookies only to find out they were oatmeal raisin. Mrs Sykora, who I thought was my ally, was with Ashiro Suziki. Ashiro was a nice guy, but my feelings changed when I discovered he was running against me in the election. My eyes immediately saw HIS posters. He also had pins that read “Ashiro 4 Prez.” The first thought emerged into my head was, “why didn 't I think of that?” I was devastated. When our eyes first met she saw my disappointment. She mouthed “I’m sorry” so Ashiro would not hear it from the back of the room.
“Hello, Ashiro,” I said formally, “What are you doing here?”
“Mrs Sykora is just helping me finish up my posters, I am running for class President,” Ashiro replied in his excited, prepubescent voice.
On his way out of the room Ashiro smiled brightly and waved. Like the great fifth grade politician I was, I smiled and waved back, showing no fear. “Mrs Sykora, you convinced me to run! You told me I had it in the bag?! I thought I was the only candidate, now you convinced Ashiro?” I said heartbroken and confused.
“Olivia, I am so sorry. I wasn’t expecting this either.”
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My blood started boiling, remaining calm was overwhelming. I would know the results of the election by the end of the day. During these seven hours I analyzed every detail of my campaign. My day consisted of a hefty amount fingernail biting with a generous side of nervous rambling. The clock struck four; everyone’s head jerked towards the speakers.
“Hello, I’m here to announce your student council President,” Mrs Sykora expressed.
A rush of emotions engulfed me, I was immobile as I sat waiting to hear who won. A cold bead of sweat dripped down the right side of my face, I quickly wiped it away so my classmates would not be able to sense my nervousness. “Congrats, Ashiro!” The words stung me like a million bees. I went numb, I tried swallowing but my dry mouth would not allow me. I had no words to explain this defeat. I went home in tears that day, I promised I would hate the boys who refused to vote for me because I am a girl for the rest of
It only took Mrs Sykora three entire days to convince me to run. She told me I would have no problem winning, at the time there was no other candidate. I thought to myself and came to a conclusion. I had this in the bag. Even though I had no opponent, I still thought it was necessary to make posters and inform everyone about their new soon-to-be President. I went home that day and sat my parents down.
“Mom, Dad, I’m going to be President. I’m gonna need poster board, markers, glue, and nice 3 by 5 picture of myself.”
They were confused why their Presidential Candidate’s …show more content…
When she opened the door my face went pale. A cold sensation raced throughout my body starting in my feet and finishing in my face. I could say I was disappointed but that would not come close to describing the betrayal I felt. This moment was worse than my mom telling me she made cookies only to find out they were oatmeal raisin. Mrs Sykora, who I thought was my ally, was with Ashiro Suziki. Ashiro was a nice guy, but my feelings changed when I discovered he was running against me in the election. My eyes immediately saw HIS posters. He also had pins that read “Ashiro 4 Prez.” The first thought emerged into my head was, “why didn 't I think of that?” I was devastated. When our eyes first met she saw my disappointment. She mouthed “I’m sorry” so Ashiro would not hear it from the back of the room.
“Hello, Ashiro,” I said formally, “What are you doing here?”
“Mrs Sykora is just helping me finish up my posters, I am running for class President,” Ashiro replied in his excited, prepubescent voice.
On his way out of the room Ashiro smiled brightly and waved. Like the great fifth grade politician I was, I smiled and waved back, showing no fear. “Mrs Sykora, you convinced me to run! You told me I had it in the bag?! I thought I was the only candidate, now you convinced Ashiro?” I said heartbroken and confused.
“Olivia, I am so sorry. I wasn’t expecting this either.”
She tried to calm me down. …show more content…
My blood started boiling, remaining calm was overwhelming. I would know the results of the election by the end of the day. During these seven hours I analyzed every detail of my campaign. My day consisted of a hefty amount fingernail biting with a generous side of nervous rambling. The clock struck four; everyone’s head jerked towards the speakers.
“Hello, I’m here to announce your student council President,” Mrs Sykora expressed.
A rush of emotions engulfed me, I was immobile as I sat waiting to hear who won. A cold bead of sweat dripped down the right side of my face, I quickly wiped it away so my classmates would not be able to sense my nervousness. “Congrats, Ashiro!” The words stung me like a million bees. I went numb, I tried swallowing but my dry mouth would not allow me. I had no words to explain this defeat. I went home in tears that day, I promised I would hate the boys who refused to vote for me because I am a girl for the rest of