Alison Harold

Chapter 9

The silence that followed was scary, but not as scary as the rate in which Alison's heart was beating at that moment. Mr. Allen and the five candidates in front were staring at her curiously. She didn't even have to look back to know that the rest of the class were equally staring at her. She could literally feel their gazes burning into the back of her head. She shut her eyes for a second, trying to collect herself and relax her tensed composure.

Alison cast Daphne a cold stare and opened her mouth to speak but Wendy interrupted.

"It's okay to back out now," she said spitefully. "You're not exactly qualified for the position, plus you're a newbie. Nobody's going to vote for you cause nobody knows you."

"I'll be voting for her," Daphne declared.

"Your reason being?"

"She's smart and she looks responsible and coolheaded. She doesn't seem like the manipulative and overly controlling type."

She said those last words sharply as though they were meant as an attack towards Wendy.

Wendy however remained unfazed as she crossed her arms in front of her and smirked. "Let's hear from the horses mouth, shall we?"

They all diverted their attention to Alison causing her to sink further into her seat. This was what she hated the most.

Unwanted attention.

But then she thought about it. Her new goal was to be the best and there was no way she could do that without drawing attention. Being the class president was definitely not part of her plan but somehow it played a big role in getting acknowledgments from teachers and those in higher positions. It was a huge step but was it a step she was willing to embark on? As much as she was itching to strangle Daphne for throwing such a ball in her court without warning, she still thought it wouldn't hurt to give it a shot.

But then, who was going to vote for her? She didn't know any of these people and they didn't know her either. With the few days she'd been here, most of them had given her the impression that she was not invited into their circle. She'd also given them the cold shoulder making her first impression a rough start here. Just as she was losing hope and was prepared to turn down the class president suggestion, she caught a glimpse at Wendy's already satisfied expression and mischievous smile.

Alison sat up and straightened her face into determination. "I'd like to give it a try."

Small gaps were let out from her classmates as they exchanged confused glances and the smile on Wendy's lips dropped into a dark scowl.

"Alright," Mr. Allen said not looking like everything was alright as he took down the names of the newly appointed candidates for tomorrow's election. "You all know how it works. You can use today to appeal to your classmates and get them to support you against tomorrow. We'll meet in the morning for the final decision. Have a great day."

Once he left the class, Wendy approached in a flash. "What are you trying to pull?" She asked, apparently directing the question at both Alison and Daphne.

"What are you talking about?" Daphne asked as she grabbed her belongings and got up.

Wendy shoved Daphne back into her seat. "I'm still talking. Sit the fuck down."

Alison glanced between the both of them, doing a terrible job at hiding her urge to defend Daphne. She didn't like Daphne but she didn't dislike her as much as she disliked Wendy. The girl was doing too much at the moment.

"You." Wendy faced Alison. "What do you think you're doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Alison fired back calmly.