Diplomat High

Chapter 20 - Meeting up with Vladimir

Okay, maybe you were going crazy. Absolutely mad, if you will. How was all of this happening to you? Maybe this is climate change's fault. Everything's climate change's fault! 

Yes, even the 9 Homecoming proposals you now had. In short, this sucked. Because you honestly had no idea if you'd make a decision in time. Maybe you should just fake your death or something and not arrive. That sounds like an optimal idea to you.

Then again, you have a whole future ahead of you, but was it really worth it? There was climate change coming to ruin society. But enough about climate change. It's time to focus on your life.

It seemed escaping detention had led to no consequences, and you had successfully evaded it with the help of Jong-un. That was a highlight, you know, besides the fact that he also asked you to Homecoming. When this torment would end, you had yet to find out.

But now it's the end of the week, and your school is having a pep rally before school for the Homecoming game on Friday. You hadn't attended the other pep rallies or games the entire school year, but maybe some artificial school cheer could brighten your day.

Along with that, you've got to take some photos of it, because you are in Yearbook and all.

Lincoln sidles up to you as you head to the field. "Where are we headed this evening?"

"They're having a pep rally on the field," you respond.

He chuckles. "A pep rally? Do those bear any resemblance to both my inaugurations?"

"It's a school, you know, not a presidential election."

"Speaking of presidential election, is that happening now?"

Your eyebrows shoot up. You completely forgot about that. Voting was happening all week, and tomorrow was the last day. "Yeah, I guess it is."

"So then who are you picking?" he questions.

By the way he says the question, you're pretty sure that's a double entendre. "I... dunno. Maybe I just won't vote."

He gasps. "Y/n, how disappointing you won't use this crucial right and exercise your power. Voting is one of the few strengths and liberties that people are offered for certain."

"Sorry, it's not exactly the easiest decision."

"Well, all you have to do is pick..." He chuckles. "Oh, right, you don't want your personal drama to coincide, do you? Fair, but you're going to have to make a decision one day."

As to what he was referring to, it could be many possibilities. Lincoln rubs his chin. "This is like when I had to instate Grant as my general after my formers took too many L's. Bitches be replaceable."

"Excuse me?" You think you just imagined what he just said, but you're not sure.

"Nothing, I just want to encourage you to make the right decision." As if Lincoln could help with that. "But anyway, what'd you do afterschool yesterday?"

You rub your arm. "Um, detention, fire drill, Homecoming proposal, it was a whole thing."

Lincoln grins. "Silly me for thinking it'd be anything normal. Have a splendid day."

He disappears as you reach the stadium. It's mostly packed already, so you end up having a seat by yourself in one of the lower rows. There are cheerleaders in red, white, and blue with pom poms, and then there are football players sitting on the turf. 

You don't have the best angle from up there, so you decide to head down there, holding your camera up menacingly so everyone knows you're supposed to be there. It's right then that an applause starts, and a familiar man takes to stage. He has a funky looking Texan look to him as he smiles. "Hello, Diplomat High, it's a pleasure to be here once again. My name is George W. Bush, and I'm an alumni here--"