While I was hardly the hopeless romantic, I liked a good challenge. Misguided as the idea was, they were my chance at redemption. Whenever I won, if only for that brief moment, I felt like I was finally good enough for my mother to love me. After winning anything, I’d be all beams and smiles, eagerly recounting my victory, then we would become the only two people in my world. She’d happily show me off; she’d call the rest of the family and spend hours with them on the phone bragging about what a brilliant kid I was. For just that moment…we would be a happy family.
Those moments were always short lived, of course. After that, things would go back to normal and I’d have to work to convince myself that I never wanted her love to begin with all over again.
It didn’t always work, but it worked often enough that I fell back to it each time the magic faded and the carriage turned back into a pumpkin.
Would Mom care that I’d ‘won’ the student body president? I didn’t know, but winning had become a high I liked to chase when I could for the ever-elusive chance to see her smile that special smile reserved for one Matthew Dominic Deneiro.
Delusional? Maybe, but it helped to break up the monotony.
“Really?” I asked. “Who?”
"Erin Saunders,” Hayley said. “She's on the student body’s board, too."
It figured. I’d have been more surprised if she were a regular nobody like the rest of us. This was how all the greatest romances went. The popular girl and the popular boy; they were the real power couple. They were the ones everyone expected to go to the same college, compete for valedictorian then co-found their own law firm before growing so busy the marriage eventually failed and they sought out former classmates to represent them in the divorce.
It must have been nice to already have so much of life planned out—to not be aimlessly trying on different skins until you found out who you were and the direction you were going. I’d have that one day, I just needed to change faces a few more times first.
The wheels in my brain were turning. I needed a strategy and one was already playing out before my eyes. My inner musician would have to be put on the back burner. Today, I answered to a higher calling.
It was decided.
"I’ll get on the body then," I said after another minute of silent contemplation. My gaze locked on the table of student body representatives, my eyes shining like a hungry dog who’d just been shown a bone. The path couldn’t have been straighter as it laid itself out before me. It would be a big feat, no doubt, but it was now the thing I was most looking forward to in the school year.
My attention shifted back to the table when the others erupted into wild laughter. It took me a moment to realise it was directed at me.
"What?" I asked.
I hadn't made a joke and had expected to be taken seriously. If they played their cards right, they could help me get elected and in turn I could make their school lives comfortable. It was a win-win situation if I ever heard one, but if they insisted on taking it for a joke, I’d have to source some dedicated legmen elsewhere. At this new school, as with all the others, I could be whomever I wanted, and I chose to be on the student body board of representatives.
Maybe someday I’d be president—if I stuck around long enough.
"Not just anyone can get on the body. There's a certain criterion," Carter explained when it seemed no one else would.
It was nothing so bad after all. Everything had criteria, hoops you had to jump through to get what you wanted. This was a local school body system, not the state government. It couldn’t have been too difficult, not for a spunky new girl with heart. It wasn’t a difficult role to play.
I pulled out my notepad and a hot pink pen I saved for important notes that demanded to be remembered. This was going to be serious business.
"What's the criteria?" I pressed, my pen poised and ready to begin its work.
Suddenly the table fell silent; suddenly no one had anything to say and no more snickers to share between themselves. They all exchanged glances but said nothing. In response, I raised an unimpressed brow at the lot of them, hoping someone would break this pact of silence long enough for me to get the information I needed.
"Someone’s gotta answer me,” I demanded, avoiding too great a degree of force. I needed to remain a non-threat; lull them into keeping their guards lowered while I figured out the next steps.
"Well,” Madelyn began with evident hesitation. “No one really…knows the criteria."
"That's ridiculous."
“Yeah, but no one’s ever really needed to know. The body’s always been so efficient and they’ve always known how to…like…squash any aspiring hopefuls they aren’t interested in. Long as a car’s running, who cares how the engine works, y’know?” Carter said.
The explanation was jarring. The students had collectively decided to stay ignorant of what was starting to sound more and more like a secret society of ‘the chosen’. No one thought that was suspicious?
I looked back to the table, noting that the body was still wrapped in their own little world. There was now an aura of exclusivity where there hadn’t been one before. It was almost taunting me, daring me to get closer. I wanted to know what secrets they kept so closely guarded that they took a democratic process and turned it into a damn near monarchy. How were they allowed to get away with it? Had no one brought it to the attention of the principal—a staff advisor at the very least?
I pushed away from the table, easing my food tray away to avoid spilling what little remained on it. No one knew the criteria? It had to be posted somewhere or the existing members wouldn't have been elected. Surely there was some kind of obligation for transparency, even just for show.
"Wait, where are you going?" Madelyn asked, taking an extra second to process my intended departure.
"To find out the criteria," I answered in my most matter-of-fact tones. There was an injustice that needed to be addressed for the wider school community and a goal I couldn’t start without this bit of crucial information. The gameplan would never leave the clipboard if I remained in my seat talking to those four neigh sayers.
"Are you crazy?" Madelyn countered, nearly shoving out of her own seat before catching herself. "You can’t just walk up to them. You gotta wait for one of them to acknowledge you and call you over first.""Why?" My eyebrows were rising ever higher with each new thing said about this mysterious body and the image I had cultivated was constantly changing. This…this was secret society cult business confirmed and that only made it more exciting.The sweet smiling politician was proving to be more interesting than I’d first imagined. It would be a shame when the time came to leave him behind. Madelyn shrugged, seeming at first to be at a loss of words that would make real sense. "That's just how things are done around here.""I think it's time we changed that," I said before turning on my heels and stalking off. I had to strike while the iron was hot and my nerves were still steeled. This would be nothing, a cakewalk, a…an…other metaphor that would make me think it was a good idea. All I
"What's the criteria for joining the body?"The question had their expressions darkening noticeably but it wasn’t enough to elicit further response from them. I’d shocked them. It was a question none of them had been expecting, one they evidently hadn’t been asked in far too long. They were hoping I would back down, that if they stared hard enough I would bend; instead I doubled down in my silent wait. They weren’t going to push me aside like they did everyone else and by now I was making as much of a social statement as I reckon anyone had in a while.Before I left my table, I’d said it was time for things to change and a small part of me liked the idea that someone else would be given courage by my ill-advised pursuit. With any luck, these five would start being approached more often and others would feel emboldened to pursue their own ambitions of student body leadership. I would be the social revolutionary they were waiting for and in turn they would put me at their helm.It was a
I’d never been happier to be home from a first day of school. While I’d expected to make some waves with my latest character innovation, I hadn’t anticipated the turn things had taken and I hadn’t anticipated the trench I’d ended up digging myself into through my questionable impulse control. By the final bell of the day, I’d started to get the feeling that everyone knew who I was and it had nothing to do with my quirky family dynamics or my musical supremacy. Whispers filled the halls from biology to French, from physics to homeroom; whispers about me I’d severely undercut my own story and didn’t have the first clue how to steer it back on track should this business of joining the body become a failed pursuit. How did anyone ever recover from such social calamity? I doubted my mother would allow me to be the reason we changed houses a second time, least of all because I’d made a fool of myself with my own ambitions. She’d be too pleased with the outcome and
The 13- year-old let out a loud sigh. "Mom!"It was his trump card, the one that would get him absolutely anything he wanted and he'd learned to use it a long time ago."Okay here!" I said, grabbing my jacket from the nightstand and thrusting it toward him. The last thing I needed was Mother coming in to see what had upset her son so badly. She would’ve gone at me for being so horrid to my precious little brother, annoyed I couldn’t do this little thing to make him happy. With the rise in my position to ‘talk of the school’, I couldn’t afford to show up the next day with more fodder for their active rumour mills. The woman never cared where she left her bruises anymore; it was always up to me to hide them after.Matt’s face contorted into that sweet smile I’d grown to hate before he turned and saw himself out.He’d lose it before the night was out, likely left behind at one venue or another like all the other things he’d borrowed then Mother would punish me for being careless. Money d
She swung the bat at me but with the way she was already staggering, it missed. Missing wasn't something Mother made a habit of and it only made her angrier. "You've been sleeping around again, haven't you?!" This time, she didn't miss. It caught me square in the side of my head, sending my left ear ringing as blood trickled out. "After all I've taught you—all the shit you’ve caused, you go around being everybody's whore again!" She swung another time and caught me in the stomach. The pain bent me double as I tried desperately to regain my breath.I curled into a ball sucking in deep breaths to maintain my composure. Crying would only give her the satisfaction she craved and denying her was about the only thing I had within my power in these moments. I bit my lower lip to keep from crying when the bat co
My heart jumped but I remained where I was for an extra second, deliberating my next move. He’d already spotted me, making it a little less convenient for me to pretend I’d forgotten about his invitation. He wanted me there—for a meeting. There were others inside, a whole four of them; this wouldn’t be another unfortunate run-in with the student administration of my school.I took a deep breath then joined him.Inside, the blonde girl, who was in my homeroom but had done a good job of pretending I didn’t exist, gestured for me to sit next to her with a smile. I may have done a double take if I weren’t so busy trying to play it cool and confident, but my brain was slowly crumpling in on itself trying to make sense of the sudden shift in her disposition.Without any real knowledge of what might’ve transpired, I decided it was better not to offend her. Who knew, maybe Sydney was a skilled actress herself and was moving into
Jayden went on with the meeting, speaking of things that would be of vital importance to the body. While he did, I found myself being transported to another place and time. He was a natural leader, lulling me into a sense of well-being and trust with his magnanimous statements and over-enthusiasm for leading the students of this school.Most of the topics didn’t interest me and the fire I’d had for proving them wrong by joining the body was waning but each time it dipped too low, his smile would be there to bring it back. His assertive manner and his passion for leadership would rekindle inspiration in me until my desires were renewed and I once again desperately wanted to be among their ranks. It didn’t matter what he was saying so much as how it all came across. In that moment, I began to feel that I was a part of something bigger than any individual experience I’d ever had, and while I couldn’t explain such a nonsensical thought&helli
There was a flash of a smirk on Jayden’s lips, there then gone. He remained where he was, not leaning an inch closer, and I could see the mirth return to his eyes effectively diffusing the tension I was sure we’d built up in the last few seconds."You'll have to work on that if you really want to be one of us," he continued, making some effort to suppress the boyish grin that teased at his lips.He was laughing at me, I knew. He’d seen the way the gears in my head had been turning and the way my body gave in so easily to his advance. My face grew warm at the realisation I’d once again made a fool of myself in his presence. I had to salvage my image somehow, shake it off, and be as unbothered as I’d presented myself to be."Who said I still want to be one of you?” I challenged, levelling my voice as best I could. “Maybe I'm not as taken as I was the day before. Maybe you weren’t that impressive."My brow rose