The Rally | KamalaHarrisxReader

Chapter 1

You have no idea what you want to do for your degree. This has been the hardest year of your life trying to piece together all the money you have to pay for classes. You're not even sure which ones you should take. "Political science?... Social work?..." your brain trails off in thought as you tap your pen on the desk of your school's library. You look up at the ceiling seeing the giant check out sign sitting right above you. "If only that sign would fall right at this moment" you thought in your head.

Slowly, you see a figure creep into your vision. "Y/n?" You set your eyes on the woman walking towards you. Mrs. Patterson, your counselor. "Hey Mrs. Patterson, I was meaning to call you at some point about my classes but..." you trail off avoiding her gaze. You scratch the back of your neck as she folds in her arms."I... genuinely don't know what I want" you say in a defeated tone. You look down at the table waiting to be scolded but to your surprise, you hear a chuckle. "it's honestly okay Ms. Y/l/n, it happens to all of us. Just be sure to communicate with us. Don't be afraid to talk." She stated. You, being the person you are, hated confrontation. The thought of burdening someone ,other than yourself, has been in your head since elementary school. "Y/n, how about we head to my office and talk about choices for the future, sound good?" She says motioning for the library doors. I nod my head in addition to standing up, making my way towards the office.

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"You're so knowledgeable about politics y/n, you've gotten awards for your essays over the years in your economic and political classes. You seem very passionate about the subject, would you say that you have a great interest in politics?" She says scrolling on her computer in front of you. "I definitely have a liking for it, but I don't think I could ever pursue a job in the field," you say sheepishly.

"Nonsense, how about we try it out for this semester and see how it plays out. We'll meet back here on September 13th, you'll give me an update." She says handing you a schedule with all dates and times for the classes she recommends. You take the schedule and nod your head.

"I'll try it.."

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You walk into the building of where your new class is. "Political Ideology hm.. alright" you say as you walk into the already open classroom. There's very few students sitting around. You pick a table where no one is sitting, getting out your notebook and laptop to get ready for your first lecture. Your new teacher appears to her desk. The conversations around you start to die down as they see the professor writing on the board.

You are skeptical about politics. It was the only subject you can piece together, but you could never see a career in it. It was fun to hear the news every day in the morning before school. It was fun to hear the stories of your family who also enjoyed politics. It was just something you could wrap your head around. No wonder Mrs. Patterson signed you up for it. "Welcome to your first class of the semester. I am Mrs. Barde, this class is not your average political class. There is going to be a lot of visual and physical education in this class. We will have many projects in which you will have to attend events and activities to earn the credit..." She trailed on.

I heard several sighs of exasperation. You had no problem with that. "... your first project of the semester will be to attend a rally this Friday in Pittsburgh. You will have to write an essay about a world leader. This world leader will be Kamala Harris and Tim Walz. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. They aren't the president and VP yet? you thought in your head. "Your essay will have to be 3 thousand words in Times New Roman font, double spaced, 12 point size. It will be due on the next Monday, now let's get started with some different ideologies. Open your textbooks to page 7.."

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You wake up this morning with a feeling of excitement to go to your first rally. Getting dressed for occasion is not easy. It's going to be an outside rally, so you wear a comfortable outfit. "Not too hot for a summer day today." you thought as you headed out your dorm room. You got into your car and put in the directions to the rally in your gps. "30 minutes.. ".