Writing a story about something that happens while in High School

A Stupid Bothersome Experience

Junior year of high school, not quite starting high school and clearly not done. I knew everyone at school; I sorted out the cool from the annoying and/or stupid. I had no “high school sweetheart” at school, and I just wanted it to be over. The anticipation of ending high school and even being a senior was growing more each day. I know I’ll be prepared for my senior year, I’ve had senioritis since I was a sophomore; none of that matters anymore though senior year is going to suck now, but I’m clearly getting ahead of myself.

Christy walked into the AP classroom and slapped my forehead. She was looking a little on the casual side with her flats and cute t-shirt, “hey gimme some of your goldfish”. I glared at her black lined eyes, but gave her some anyway. I like Christy she was a witty, smart-mouthed hardworking girl who I admired for having a cumulative 4.25 gpa, which if your not up to speed, means never ever getting less than an “A” in 3 years.

She opened her mouth to talk and I watched the goldfish swim in her saliva as she said, “okay Maria, I want to run for ASB president, but I’m running against Sandy and [here her voice rose significantly] she WINS everything, so will you be my student rep to board? She smiled her huge smile, shrugged her shoulders and closed her eyes. Very convincing.

I opened my mouth to talk, “okay you’ll run with me yay! Maria you’re the best see, that’s why I love you” I burst out laughing. Of course I would say yes, I actually thought we might have a chance; root for the underdog! I was completely in.

I recruited my long time friend, best friend, ex boyfriend turned good friend and the guy with the Mohawk, because everyone needs a guy with a Mohawk; my confidence boosted. They all agreed we were all friendly and pretty well known amongst the student body. For 2 weeks we planned, plotted and hoped for the best. We disagreed on a lot, but when we agreed on something we were excited and united.

Christy, we found out at dress rehearsals, could not talk in front of an audience, her stage fright dumbfounded us all and even I, along with her was almost in tears. Her speech sounded like a babbling fool drowning in a pool of no hope. The problem was her speech it sounded so rehearsed and robotic. Instead, I wrote her speech in ways that everyone who was at the ASB assembly could understand and relate to.

I was happy, our entrance, skit music everything we had chosen to perfection. The day of the assembly came, we walked in to the wrong song, the “dj” picked a cheerleading song. I was mad, but optimistic. Sandy’s cabinet went up Intimidation you ask? No, not us. She jumbled and fumbled she referred to herself as hardworking and humble and ended with the lines, “mi raza Latina siempre estare con ustedes”, and that was it.

I paid no attention to anything after that, we were defeated; it was like a cowboy-Indian war, we were throwing rocks while they shot with silver bullets. The recruit of voters were separated into two categories, North for Christy;South for Sandy. I couldn’t believe that whenever I asked anyone to vote for Christy, their reply was always, “No, she’s not cool Sandy is cool because she is Mexican”, I almost laughed out loud but did not want to disrespect anyone. It was funny for several reasons, one because not only is Sandy Mexican but so is everyone else at our entire school including Christy’s cabinet.

I learned something that day, I felt enlightened; had an epiphany if you will. At that point, I didn’t care about my so called loss. I felt bad for the reason they got elected; I didn’t want to govern and report on a school that decided upon race. And although this sounds like bitter propaganda, it’s my side of the story.

In the end, that’s what is wrong with the world, leaders based on popularity, race, background rather than skill or intelligence. Bugs Bunny would have won the presidential election if he were running. Christy cried, and I shrugged, senior year is not going to be as fun as it could have been and the world will never have a worthy leader.