Bad Intentions

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I sat at the table eating my cereal and watching the news as my mother braided my hair into a bun for school. I don't know why my mother still got me ready for school. She insisted to do my hair and iron my uniform. She already dropped Quinn at school. I usually walked when the weather was nice. But she didn't have anything else to do. So I let her get me ready.

"Mom, did you email Mr. Henry and tell him that my grade in science is wrong? He claims my paper on the use of degradable nuclear funding around places like Area 51 was my opinion." Quinn scoffed biting into her toast and drinking her juice.

"Maybe it was." I said tying my shoes.

"What do you know? You still have a second grade education."

"At least I don't look like I'm still in second grade." I said sticking my tongue out.

"Girls, enough. Peyton, go to school. Quinn go upstairs and get ready to go." I rolled my eyes and headed off to school. My maroon uniform was a reminder to anyone who saw me that I went to the most uptight rigid schools known to man. Well at least that's what papers say. Our school really had one rule. Learn. As long as our grades out ranked every other school we were fine.

I walked up to the first stop sign before I got to school. Standing there looking tired as always was Andy Richardson. Andy had been the first person I'd made friends with when I'd moved here in 5th grade. He was also a foster kid who lived with wealthy politicians. We bonded over a lot but those were our main keys.

"And the prodigal son arrives." He smiles taking his sunglasses off and tucking them into his back pocket.

"Oh you, always seem opened armed." I teased ruffling his hair. He glared at me as he ruffled it back to its usual messiness.

"So I hear there's a new kid. Rich mom and dad, already got the flock of women on his arm. Senior."

"Andy? How do you know anything about the seniors? They block us juniors out like we are cold air mid winter." I said continuing to walk our path to the school.

"I have this Intel with the science geeks. I have my dad say a few 'live long the science program' speeches and they spill." He smiled at me. Andy had green eyes that mostly seemed dark but on occasions were light.

"Well, I guess that's what you get for vouching for the science program." I nudged him turning the corner to our school. The school wasn't like most. It looked more like a rehab center. Gardens inside and out. A massive library and pretty chill teachers. Some teachers didn't make you sit in chairs but in bean bag chairs. We walked in and you could see the event of the year beginning to take place. Most would think its prom or homecoming. But you've got to remember we are all politicians children. Student council took over our lives. Today was nomination day. Every student would nominate a junior and a senior to be president and Vice President. After winning the president and his vice would pick secretary and a treasurer.

"Looks like Polly pocket is running for president." Andy said nodding towards Priscilla. Priscilla was Henry Gavanaugh's daughter. Henry was a politician from New York. Big city man with a big city attitude.

"Oh, my, Peyton Elizabeth and Andrew how could I have not given both of you a yummy kale bar?" She asked.

"Priscilla, that's sweet really but-"

"But we don't like shoving shit bars into our mouths." Andy interrupted.

"I thought you'd say that. So why eat crappy food when you can have a yummy chocolate fudge brownie?" She asked.

"That brownie looks pretty good," Andy says.

"Exactly. So what do you want in office? Crap or yummy?" She asks.