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19| The Speech: Part 2

"I know many people think that a Treasurer just keeps track of money, but if I'm chosen, I'll do so much more." Morgan states, ending her speech.

The cross roars with applaud as the teacher walks back over from Morgan to the center stage.

"Thank you Miss Myers! Miss Ahmad, you may begin." she says.

I take a deep breath, and then reach into my pocket to feel for the sheet of purple construction paper. I pull it out halfway, then decide to let go of it.

I put my hand on the mic, and start to speak. "As Morgan said, a Treasurer should do much more than just keep track of money, because as part of the student council, I want to make a difference at this school, and I have ideas. We can start with a New Student Buddy Program for new Sophomores, and work our way up from there. I also think we that the money given should be sectioned off, half will be spent on parties and other events, and the other half will be spent on learning supplies, like text books and technowlogy, sorry... I mean technology. Each member of the council has a bigger job, and I'd be really happy to be the Sophomore Treasurer at the start of next year."

I wasn't sure weather to carry on or not, but I didn't know what else to say, so I shut my eyes for second, and when I open them again, the crowd roars again.

I smile, and for a second, I forget everything bad that has ever happened to me in the past, and my only thought is what's happening now.

I see my family again, with Iman slamming her hands fiercely together, tears running down my mother's face, and my father beaming proudly. Sky is grinning at me, and I see her eyes shift over to the side. I continue to look around, but I still don't see him.

The teacher interrupts my search, her voice still as loud as ever, "Ok, ladies, follow me inside. Up next we will have the Sophomore Vice Presidents."

Morgan and I slowly retreat back behind the curtains as Jaxon Cruz, a tall, freckled boy steps out onto the stage, followed by Todd Andarson, who somewhat resembles Latonya, but with golden blonde hair.

Ms. Miller turned to face the rest of us, wrinkles forming on her small face. "Has anyone seen Miles? Miles Mason?"

A boy with with hazel colored hair and a tan face ran up to Ms. Miller almost out of nowhere, and yelled "I'm here!" while still trying to catch his breath.

"Ok, Miles, get out there! Sophomore Presidents for the running, remember, your the last ones." Ms. Miller called.

I couldn't help but ask, "What about the Freshman Council? How-"

"Freshman council will be voted for at the beginning of next year, when the new Freshman's are here. We do the voting for everyone else before they are actually in that grade, so that next we know who is doing what." Ms. Miller explained, before rushing off to help a group of students who were unsure about the right light switch.

I pull over an empty chair and sit down, attempting to listen to the current speeches going on, but the group of boys behind me wouldn't stop talking to each other in loud voices.

I catch of few lines for what the three boys running for Vice President are saying. "More study hall time... close relationship with teachers and students... ice cream social once a year...". I'm not sure what to do while I wait, so I ask to borrow a pencil from Eliana Maxford, who I'm pretty sure is running against Latonya for President.

"Hey, your Mo's new friend aren't you?" she asks as she hands me a pencil.

"Mo? Don't you mean Mohammed?" I ask, not sure weather or not Mohammed knows what people call him.

Eliana glances at me with a puzzled look, "We call him Mo."

I return the puzzled look, "He said you could call him that?"

"I mean... he never said we couldn't," Eliana sighs, twirling her finger around a strand of her black hair, which is dyed a soft brown color down at her tips, matching the color of her skin.

"Shouldn't you actually get his permission first? I mean... your running for Sophomore President after all." I say softly.

Eliana sighs, "Your right, I should get ready for my speech though, I'll have to include a part about something similar to what you just said..." she mumbled, standing up. "You can keep the pencil, by the way. And, say hi to Mo...hammed for me, if you will. I rarely get to see him..."

I watch her walk away, and then look down at the pencil. What did I need it for again? I remember, then pull out the price of purple construction paper, and flip it over so that the side with the speech I was going to use is face down again my leg. I start to draw a few outlines of faces, as Latonya and Eliana leave backstage.

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