Wilkerson's Challenge

From Nothing to Class President

The bell rings indicating that 3rd period is up.

I pick my head up from my desk.

The teacher asks, "Shane, why did you sleep through the whole class? You are usually happy to be in my class."

With a weak response, I answer, "Sorry Mr. Roberts, I was just travelling with my mom to my dad's house. Didn't get any sleep until 5 o'clock last night."

"Oh, well that's ok. I fully understand."

"Thank you, Mr. R."

He writes me a pass, while I stare at his spiked blonde hair. He hands it to me, and I snap back into sense.

"Off to 4th period." I said with a smile. Gee, why did I like his hairstyle so much?
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I walk down the hall going to class, everyone greets me.

"Hey, Shane."

"Aye, my bro Shane."

"Hey, babe." Says Cylthia DeShaw, my girlfriend.

"Hey." I say while kissing her soft white rosy cheek.

She enters her homeroom. I still have to get to my homeroom downstairs. The bell rings.

I'm late. Wait, no. I have a pass from Mr. R. Good thing he always has my back. I chuckle to my own thoughts.

The principal looks at me. Sees the paper in my hand and asks for it. I hand it to him.
Never have been caught by the principal. They say that he evens send the innocent kids to dete-.

"Why are you in my hallway, after the 2nd bell rings!"

Shaking because I'm nervous.

"I was coming from Mr. R's roo- I mean Mr. Roberts' room, because he wanted to ta-.

"I don't believe that, none bit!" He says looking serious.

But suddenly his face turns from an furious red to a playful yellow. He asks if I'm running for president for next year. I respond with a light, "No, sir." He playfully nudges my arm, telling me that I am never in trouble, smartest in my class, and should consider to run for class president.

"You really think so, Mr. Townsend?"

"I, Dylan Townsend, always give the right decision, and you'd be great for sophomore class president, Mr. -?"

"Wilkerson, sir."

"Yes, Mr. Shane Wilkerson."

He reaches his hand out to shake mine. I raise my hand towards his. He firmly grips, and shakes. Shaking my whole arm, making my brain feel like it is witnessing an actual earthquake in Florida.

"Now, head onto class, Mr. Future-Class-President."

I turn with a smile and head downstairs for class.