Running for President

Andrea's POV

I don't really hate school.

I mean it.

I do not hate the stinkbombs that go off inside the girls bathroom, where 3 toilets are broken and 1 of them surrounded by a very suspiscious-looking puddle.

I do not hate the stench of the cafeteria food. Even if it does make me feel like gagging.

Yes, Moulin's Middle school needs improvement, lots of improvement. Yet, I don't hate it.

"Don't say hate"Grandma always told me"It's a big word. Don't use words unless you really mean it"

Okay, Gran. I'll use other words that I mean.

For Example: Despise, loathe and detest.

My top 5 for that?

1. Katie Summers

2. Gym class

3. Mondays

4. My twin brother, André

5. Thursdays

My brother because...well, he's my brother. Mondays because of starting another week filled with stress. Gym class, because it's inhuman. Katie Summers because she's inhuman. And Thursdays most of all, because that's when I'm stuck with them all.

"I'd make her do algebraic expressions 24/7" My bestie, Pauline said. Her was our gym teacher, Ms. Cruz (I don't hate her either-sometimes it's tempting)

Pauline and I were shivering in a muddy field, with only our yellow Moulin academy t-shirts and bright green shorts to keep us warm. And it was her fault, she's enemy number one.

It beat playing dodgeball.

Yeah, I know been there, done that. All I want to say is: NEVER AGAIN.

Shed force us to do push-ups or make us the targets while the rest pointed and laughed at us.

All we could do was glare and plot ways to have our revenge. "Algebraic expressions? That's too easy. Let's force her to volunteer for dunk tank in the winter, in her bathing-" We both shivered at the thought of Ms. Cruz in a swimsuit...yeah...no.

"Can we go inside now?" Pauline whined, rubbing her bare arms. I shrugged "It has got to be time to go inside" She said.

"Ugh, I feel sick" She shuddered. "Speaking of feeling sick..." I pointed toward the other field.

Katie had stepped up into position wearing the same God-forsaken uniform(that has no fashion sense whatsoever), yet on her it looked magazine ready.

Unlike me, Katie loved gym. As much as it loved her.

Not just only gym, everyone loved Katie. At our school, it was like a crime not to love her.

Which made us, outlaws...just the way we like it.