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MidReal Story
High School Hijinks: The Presidential Promise
Anonymous
Jul 29
Scenario:I'm running for president
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Jason Peters
incumbent president, competitor of Jamie, athletic build with blonde crewcut, cunning and manipulative
Mia Rodriguez
campaign manager, friend of Jamie, tall with straight black hair, strategic and loyal
Jamie Collins
student candidate, friends with Mia and rivals with Jason, short with curly brown hair, determined and idealistic
I never wanted to be president.
I was happy being a nobody, flying under the radar.
But then I saw what was happening at my school, and I knew I had to do something.
So I ran for president.
And I won.
It all started when the school board announced that they were going to close my high school at the end of the year if they didn’t see some major improvements.
The problem was, there wasn’t enough money in the budget to make those improvements.
And so, the board decided that it would be easier to just close the school and send all of us students to other schools in the district.
The only way we could stop them from closing our school was if we could show them that we were making progress, that we were on the right track.
And that’s where the student council came in.
I stood in front of the crowded gym, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.
The student body murmured, their eyes fixed on me, waiting for what I had to say.
Mia leaned in close, whispering last-minute advice into my ear, her eyes sharp with determination.
"Remember, Jamie, be confident. You've got this," she said, giving my arm a reassuring squeeze.
Jason stood off to the side, his arms crossed and a smirk plastered on his face, confident in his victory.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.
This was it.
"Good afternoon, everyone," I began, my voice echoing through the gymnasium. "I'm Jamie Collins, and I'm running for student council president because I believe we can save our school."
A hush fell over the crowd as they listened intently.
"I know many of you are worried about the future of our school," I continued. "The board has threatened to close us down if we don't show major improvements by the end of the year. But I believe we can turn things around."
I paused, scanning the faces in the crowd.
Some looked hopeful, others skeptical, and a few downright angry.
"I promise transparency," I said firmly. "No more secrets. No more hidden agendas. We will fight corruption and mismanagement head-on."
A murmur rippled through the crowd.
Jason stepped forward, his smirk widening into a grin.
"Naive," he scoffed loudly. "You're just a kid with no experience. You think you can fix everything with pretty words?"
Tension crackled in the air as all eyes shifted between us.
I met Jason's gaze head-on. "It's not just words, Jason. It's facts. Under your leadership as vice president, we've seen nothing but mismanagement and broken promises."
The crowd gasped, and Jason's grin faltered for a moment before he regained his composure.
"That's rich coming from someone who has never held any position of responsibility," he shot back.
I clenched my fists at my sides, refusing to back down. "I've done my homework. I've talked to teachers, students, even some board members. They all agree that changes need to be made."
The students started whispering among themselves, their voices growing louder with each passing second.
"You think you can do better?" Jason challenged, stepping closer until we were almost nose-to-nose.
"I know I can," I replied evenly. "Because I'm not doing this for power or recognition. I'm doing this because I care about our school and everyone in it."
A cheer erupted from one corner of the gym, quickly spreading until half the room was clapping and shouting in support.
But the other half remained silent or muttering angrily under their breaths.
It was clear that this election was going to be a fierce battleground.
Jason glared at me before turning to address the crowd himself. "Don't be fooled by his empty promises! He doesn't have what it takes to lead us!"
The noise level rose again as students began taking sides more vocally now.
Mia grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. "Stay strong," she whispered urgently.
I nodded slightly but kept my focus on Jason who was still ranting about how inexperienced I was compared to him.
