Running for President

Chapter 7

"Are you sure about this?" I asked Amy, feeling anxiety pool at the pit of my stomach.

"Positive" She nodded her head "I feel like an idiot" I muttered. Amy smiled and pushed her glasses up.

"Just smile. This is totally gonna work. We're doing everything by the book!"

We were surrounded by glitter-smacked,Vote For Andrea posters and about to kick off campaign with a special after-school rally. Mr. Fairman (Inner squeal) had given us a pass to leave class a few minutes early so that we could set up our little stage and other stuff like that.

Amy and I asked Jules, aka awesome baker, skilled flutist, good friend, to bake us some brownies, cupcakes (A/N: For you Ate Bea), small cakes and her special chocolate chip cookies which were now in a stack of tupperware that were laid out in rows on a table in front of me.

"Really?" I still don't believe the British author, Ms. Natalya Edwards when she wrote that book for campaigning.

"Rule no. 2 in Nat's (her nickname for Ms. Edwards):

If you bake it, they'll eat it"

"It wasn't me who baked those" She rolled her eyes "We're just pretending that you baked it. I mean,Jules doesn't mind"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean it's right" I pointed out and she sighed "Rule no. 8: If you want to win, you need to see the big picture"

"Take a look at these brownies," She held one under my nose but quickly pulled it away before I could grab it. "What do you think when you see them?" She asked me.

"I think that I'm sorry I didn't eat breakfast" She scowled at me "No, you idiot! The thoughts in that pretty little head of yours is: Warm. Sweet. Good. Am I right or am I right?" I shrugged "After today, when anyone thinks of you, they're going to think of these sweets and how it made them feel. And soon, they'll think that's how you made them feel"

"Huh?" I really didn't understand the logic of the sentences she just told me. She groaned "Sweets=Warm, sweet and good. They think Andrea made these sweets. They'll think that Andrea is the same as sweets. Even if she is slow and stupid." Oh!!! Now I get it! Wait? What?! I smacked the back of her head lightly. "I'm not slow!...Okay, maybe I am but I am definitely not an idiot!!!" She laughed "Okay, Okay! You're not an idiot but you are slow"

I smacked her arm while chuckling. Then the two of us waited...

I was never the patient one...

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A/N:

Oh my God guys!!! I'm so sorry for the late update!!! Please forgive me!!!

I had writer's block...And I couldn't come up with any ideas!!!

Please don't throw brownies at me! (See what I did there?

No?

Yeah?

...Whatever)

Peaceskies! Thanks for the support! I love you guys!

~Sky♥