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rolled her eyes b

st three weeks campaigning in each class. On Friday, yo

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general, and ministers for education, social affairs, extracurricular activities, sanitation, s

reputation w

up an envelope, extracted a slip of paper, and read the name alou

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Communication, I recognized the winner instantly-a kid I had bullied once. If

ports." Mrs. Reed li

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the cheers grew even louder. I swore p

ver me. Her expression was a mix of surprise and approval-probably

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efore I get any f

of whom were particularly interesting. Then came t

She opened the envelope a

closest friends? She neve

and joined us in line. She smile

she hide t

worst enemy-Ryan-stepping onto the podi

he win?" I asked

pres

I am

final envelope. The vice principal looked exhausted, to

." She paused, then her expression brightened. She glanced at the vic

, dragging it out

ner is... IS

ticed was her dark brown, shiny hair. Then her blue eyes. She wor

she was

and caught Chloe glarin

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the microphone. She tapped it light

said. The crowd respo

rateful. I don't even know what to say, except... than

fun, productive year. We have a lot

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t if I had won, my speech

egoist. But i

a few more announcements before finally letting every

ulations," she said. Some students

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take an interest in t

you, Mr

lot of work ahead. But it ca

ncipal nodde

me know when you'd like to schedule th

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turned to Jenna. She

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eyes back. "Are you really m

my arms.

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