The Night Tournaments

9 - Bree

~ One Day Later ~

On Tuesday morning, I was shocked to wake up to a very important email: 

Junior Disciplinary Committee Application Results
From: SeasideHeightsAcademics@gmail.com
To: BreanneCampbellSHHS@gmail.com

Dear Breanne Campbell,

Thank you for your application for Seaside Heights' official Junior Disciplinary Committee. There were many strong candidates this year, as the JDC is a very important department of our school, but the Academic Council is extremely pleased to offer you the President position as a member of the Committee! We firmly believe that you would be a valuable asset and a great fit for this role as the leader of the JDC, and if you decide to accept this offer, please contact us via email by tomorrow (Wednesday, September 20th) morning. If we receive your confirmation, more details will follow shortly. Thank you once again, and we hope to hear back from you soon.

Sincerely,
Seaside Heights Academic Council

I stifled a scream with my pillow and almost threw my phone across the room.

"What is it, Breanne? You woke me up way too early," Skipper complained, trudging inside.

"I did it," I whispered, numbly staring into the distance. "I got in. I GOT THE PRESIDENT POSITION!!!"

"For what? Oh, the Punishing Committee or whatever?" my sister asked, approaching me while rubbing her eyes.

I shot her a dirty look. "It's the Junior Disciplinary Committee, and now, I'm the president! I can't believe this!"

"Well, congrats," Skipper applauded, finally gaining the basic human decency to smile. "I knew that you could do it. I mean, you're Big Sister Bree. I can't remember the last time that you allowed yourself to fail at something."

A huge, silly grin stayed plastered onto my face as I got ready for school. I hadn't had very high hopes of landing a position in the JDC, let alone get appointed the president, but it was starting to occur to me that this was actually happening. Now, as long as I accepted the offer, I had so much more authority over the whole student body than everyone else did! I mean, sure, the Committee wasn't as high-and-almighty as the Student Council, but still. This was too good to be true.

A few minutes later, Skipper and I arrived at school, and I took a deep breath before walking inside.

"Flynn!" I called excitedly when I spotted him standing in front of his locker. "Guess what?"

"What?" he inquired, smirking at me as I reached him. "You're so unpredictable that I can never guess what's on your mind, Sherlock."

"I got the president position in the Junior Disciplinary Committee!!!" I cheered, childishly jumping up and down. Flynn probably hadn't ever seen me acting this excited, but I didn't care about that right now.

"Really?!" he exclaimed, the whole world lighting up around him. "You're amazing, Bree!" He took me by surprise when he wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug, laughing.

"Wha - that was sudden," I stammered when he let go, blushing like crazy. "Since when have you been someone who's willing to show PDA?"

"I know that it's not like me, but I just couldn't help it," Flynn answered awkwardly, scratching his head. ". . . I'm so happy for you, Bree. I know that you really wanted to become a member, and I can only imagine how well you'll do as the big, bad president."