VotedA Story by C. Lee BattagliaLife can be hurtfulVoted Written by: C. Lee Battaglia We were in English class, but it could have been Greek to me. The only thing on my mind was the upcoming election. I could feel my heart slamming against the cage in my chest. The election would be in just moments. Tick-tock-tick-tock. The teacher explained things that seemed pointless to me at the time, I was running for Class President and my best friend Peter was running for Vice President. But
there was also Colton, my archenemy (The evilest they get type) also running for president and his friend
Jeff running for Vice President. He was running for Class President, all
because I chose to run for Pres. He thought that it would be fun to get in my way. Also his family was filthy stinking rich. “Now
class, for all that you’ve been waiting for its time for the class election.”
Mrs. Frat as she checked something on her list, “First off we have Colton.” My
heart sunk. I knew that I had already lost... Colton
walked up from his seat giving me a mischievous grin like he always did when he knew he was about to beat me at something. He
started off, “So if you vote for me
I’ll get the class a gum ball machine, a Candy Dispenser, and my Dad will
install 25 brand new computers for the class room since all we have is old
junk.” He paused to think, “So that’s why you should vote for me.” Did
I mention he was rich? Mrs.
Frat looked very happy and so did all the other students. I didn’t have any Gum
Ball Machine or brand new computers; I was born into a middle class family. Not some stinking rich family that get
what ever they want. “Well
next on our list is Chad.” Mrs. Frat said. I
got up from my seat feeling like no one would want to vote for me anyway. “Ur…
A-Hello,” I gulped, “Uh the reason why you should vote for me is…” I didn’t
know what to say, “Well this year I would help you with having a fun year and
doing things more as a class and less dependent on the teachers here at the
school.” “This
is the reason why you should vote for me. Thanks.” Mrs.
Frat said, “Now for the votes.” “If
you want Chad to be the Class President then raise your hand.” Only
about 7 out of 30 kids raised their hand. “Now
for Colton…” The rest of the class raised their hands. Almost
at tears I walked back to my seat. Oh
well, who even needs me. I thought to myself as Colton smiled at me as if he said, "I'm the best. You suck." © 2015 C. Lee BattagliaAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on August 13, 2015 Last Updated on August 24, 2015 AuthorC. Lee BattagliaAlpine, UTAboutMy name is C. Lee Battaglia and I love to read… I read so much that my Mom grounds me from reading and tells me to go do something else. I am 20 years old. I hated reading when I was little .. more..Writing
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