Cancel Your Future

Chapter 2

"Andrea, I need to talk to you."

Crap! I hate when conversations started like that. I didn't even have to spin around in my swivel chair  to recognize the voice. It was Elle Ramirez, the student body president. The Latina stood at about 5'8 with a full head of dark, pin straight hair. No make up, often can be seen wearing 'Abercrombie and Fitch' plastered along her ass, you know, one of those girls.

Aside from the fact we haven't spoken in years, I was wondering how she found me... and why she found me. For three years now the abandoned English classroom had been my Fortress of Solitude. Well, kind of. I just updated my personal blog, checked my email, (don't want to keep the impressive number of 0.00 people wanting to contact me waiting!) and occasionally played solitaire on my laptop.

"What about exactly?" I asked nonchalantly as my eyes remained glued to my empty Gmail inbox.

"You have three days." she said straight forward.

What? Three days to live? Three days more of paper-out probation?

"Pardon?" I closed my laptop and turned around in my chair to face the teenager.

"As the publicist it is your job to keep our student body informed on current events, activities  and post pictures through that blog thing you do."

"I am aware," I nodded, taking my reading glasses off my nose and hanging them on my sweatshirt collar. "Are you aware that the most grounding breaking topic I was given this year was 'The Avocado: Is it a fruit? Or is it a vegetable?' You know, since nothing ever happens here except.. you know what, I can't even come up with anything. Because literally nothing  happens!"

She rolled her eyes, "Listen, Mrs. McFarlin said I had to be nice to you about this," Mrs. McFarlin was our algebra teacher. She hated me since freshman year when I proclaimed that the equation she was writing on the board looked like something Tumblr kids smashed on their keyboards when they were excited about Doctor Who or something. "But screw that. I tried being nice to you. Frankly, people like that Clapton kid more than they like you. Andrea Brookes, you have three days to come up with a story, pictures, or... something for that... thing you do."

"Blog," I said, "blog."

Again, she rolled her eyes. "For your.. blog then. Or else I will be forced to revoke you from student council, Andrea Brookes."

First off, my name is AND-REE-YAH. Not AWN-DRAY-AH, bitch. Who names a kid Andrea, anyway? It just reminds of that girl who died on The Walking Dead. You know what's a cool name? Wendla. I wanted my name to be Wendla.

"Woah, woah, woah. This is junior year, second semester, only the most important term for college. You can't just throw me off!" I protested.

"Oh, but I can, Andrea Brookes," Seriously, this full name crap is grinding my gears. "I wanted you off since day one. How did you get elected into office? I have no idea."

"I was the only one who ran, remember? Plus the teachers figured it would be one less period a day they'd have to put up with me." Okay, I'm going to be completely honest. I ran for this job two years ago for beyond the reason it looks good on a college application and it gets me out of gym. My fourteen year old self genuinely thought it would be fun. I know, right? The last thing I ever did for this job was take a picture of myself modeling the "Class of 2014" tee shirt in the bathroom. Classy, I know, but it was the only place with a mirror. Then I couldn't even post it because behind me in one of the stalls there were feet... more than one pair of feet. I'll just leave that thought up to you to complete.

"Andrea," she snapped. "Do I have your attention?"

"What?" I replied.

She brought her hands to her hips. "Do I have your attention? Do you even think I deserve your attention?"

"To be completely honest, no, I do not think you deserve it." she shot me the death stare as I got up from my chair and swung my backpack over my shoulder. "However, I have a flawless permanent record.. except for all those detentions I got for arguing with teachers. My application will not be corrupted with 'revoked from student council junior year'. Elle, expect yourself a story."