A Fallen Starr

Chapter 1: The Color of Snow.

Am I making a mistake? What if I can't do it? What if I turn out to be the worst one ever?

The same question keeps repeating over and over again in my head. The same that resurface before I went to bed yesterday until the very moment that I open my eyes today.

I groan as I pick up my phone and turn off the annoying alarm. Yet, annoying as it is; it serve a purpose. The warmth of the blanket keep captivating me and force me to close my eyes and fall back into the deep slumber I was in.

Wait... The thought came flashing in front of my eyes.

Today is the day.

The results of the election day.

My legs instinctively flung away from the bed then stand up on its own accord as I take my phone in my hands.

The fresh smell parchment of the application slip still lingered in my head. Its been a few days since that day in the academic affairs office that I submit the petition to become the president of the Student Representative Council. The election day was complete chaos but it was something that I would never forget as many students gave their support but that doesn't mean I didn't have any competitors. There are several students that also had the same experience as me, their friends had they back. That alone terrifies me. I mean, it's okay if I didn't get it but all of the time and efforts to make flyers and the posters would go to waste if I didn't make it.

"No notifications."

It is somewhat relieving but also at the same time disappointing. Relief; to know that I didn't lose. Disappointed; cause I still didn't know if I'm gonna win.

I sigh and huff as I dart my gaze around the room. I had a room that was meant for two people but somehow the guy never showed up, so basically I got all the space of the room to myself. Yay me.

Anyhow, I gain my focus to pry myself from the comfort of pajamas and go straight to the bathroom. If you're wondering, the bathroom is a coed bathroom, the one with the gender-neutral one. I sometimes grateful and lots of the time embarrassed by the fact that I was a clumsy person in nature and in front of everyone. There this one time that I almost slip as I walk out of the bathroom and bumped into this skinny girl and luckily enough she didn't die from the weight that suddenly crashing her. Thank god that was a long time ago, she might already forget about that.

I take a few strides towards the door after I grab my shower caddy and my towel. As I walk across the hall, a stern and very familiar voice calls for my name.

"Hey Ryder," he calls and I turn around to get a better look on the owner of the voice.

"Hey, Adam." I raise my hand at the person that is standing in front of his room.

"Are you the president yet?"

I shake my head shyly. "Sadly, not."

"Don't worry bout it, you've got this." He walks closer and grabs my shoulder.

"Not yet." I grin.

"That's ma man, I love it when you get cocky," he beams a smile. He tries to hug me but I put my hand on his chest to stop him before its too late.

"Dude, I just woke up. You don't want to hug me now, probably had drool all over my face." I let out a small chuckle.

"Do I look like I care? Come here," he approaches closer and traps me in his arms. Luckily enough, I'm much taller than him so I can pry myself free from his grasp but of course, who would do that? I just give in and let him take his time, with a frown on my face.