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As we locked eyes, the tension was heavy. Silence stretched between us until I finally moved to sit on a desk, my footsteps echoing softly.
“So, what's on your mind?” I ventured.
Hazel crossed her arms, her voice sharp with frustration. “Why aren't you making any moves? Why aren't you taking this seriously?”
“Sorry,” I managed between laughs, trying to compose myself. “It's just amusing that you're so worked up about me doing nothing.”
“That's not it at all,” she shot back, clearly irritated but taking a deep breath, regaining her cool demeanour. “I was concerned that you had given up or something. I don’t want to win by default. I want a challenge.”
“Well, don’t worry about that,” I said confidently. “I’ll beat you regardless.”
Hazel drew closer to me, her stare keen as her interest grew. But I held my ground, meeting her gaze head-on.
“If you're so sure, how about a little game?” she proposed, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“A game?” I echoed her, intrigued by her suggestion.
“The winner gets something from the loser,” she added. I couldn't help but get excited about the possibility of taking on this challenge. If I won, I could have her indebted to me, but I needed to clarify the terms.
“Alright. How about the winner gets to ask the loser to do anything?” I suggested.
“Anything?” Her eyes widened slightly, and I could see she was thinking about the ramifications of suggesting something so audacious.
“Anything that does not relate to sexual acts,” I clarified firmly.
“I wasn't thinking about that,” she insisted, her cheeks flushing—a rare moment of vulnerability from someone as composed as Hazel.
“Okay, then, do you agree on the game?” I pressed, extending my hand.
Hazel composed herself rather quickly, her resolve returning as she reached out and clasped my hand firmly.
“You're on,” she declared.
With our agreement sealed, I pushed myself off the desk and made my way to the door, leaving Hazel alone in the classroom as I began thinking of what was to come next.
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The morning breeze made the walk to class pleasant, offering a rare moment of calm. With no class until noon, I had time to go over my plan once more. It was simple but hinged on luck. The key was to pay close attention to what the other candidates said during their manifestos; any overlap with my opponents’ could disrupt everything. Fortunately, their week-long campaigns had given me a clear picture of their objectives.
Outside the classroom, I caught snippets of conversation among my classmates, mostly about the upcoming vote. Excitement and pressure mingled in my chest, but I remained composed, slipping into my seat under the curious gazes of my classmates.
“Are you ready?” A familiar voice cut through the quiet and I turned to find Jaden approaching.
“As ready as I'll ever be,” I answered, unable to contain my smile.
Before Jaden could respond, a voice interrupted.
“Jaden.”
Nagamine Ran, one of today’s candidates—and my opponent—appeared beside him, linking her arm through his with possessive familiarity. Whether they were a couple or simply close friends was not a matter I dwelled on for long.
“Come on, I need to talk to you,” she insisted, tugging him away as she seemed to disregard my presence completely.
“Sorry, Marcus. Good luck,” Jaden said before letting her pull him along.
Moments later, Nomura-sensei entered, her sharp presence commanding silence.
“Good morning, everyone. Let’s not waste time—take your seats,” she ordered, glancing around the room to ensure compliance before displaying a countdown timer on the electronic board.
“May the candidates please stand,” she instructed and I rose alongside my fellow nominees.
Hazel took the initiative to select her straw first, followed by Ritter, Kusumoto, and Nagamine. Aria hesitated, awaiting my turn, prompting me to step forward and choose from the remaining two straws.
I glanced at my number, somewhat surprised—fate had placed me as the final speaker. Luck seemed to be on my side. Aria collected the last straw, and Nomura-sensei continued her address as the selection was now complete.
“As for the rest of you, I advise that you be just and thoughtful with your votes. Do not elect someone simply because you are friends with them; instead, base your decision on their ideals and policies,” Nomura-sensei stressed. “Number one, please step forward. The rest of you may sit,” she announced.
The room fell into hushed anticipation. Along with my fellow candidates, I took a seat and watched carefully as Ritter walked up to the podium.
With a composed attitude, Ritter stood tall before the class. Behind him, the digital timer flickered into action, its numbers starting the unrelenting countdown.
“Hello, everyone. My name is Ritter Yoshiro,” he began confidently. “The student council is a structure that gives students power in the school. Its existence makes the voice of all students heard and allows for a better experience, and one with the title of president oversees everything.”
Ritter had meticulously practised every word of his speech, which was clear and rhythmic.
“Intelligence, diligence, discipline, and commitment. These are the key and integral factors that the president must possess, and seeing all of this, it can be agreed that I am the best choice.”
Ritter’s eyes scanned the room as he continued.
“My academic performance is exceptional, and my level of discipline is admirable,” he asserted, bolstering the credibility of his promises. “If elected, I will introduce policies to improve our learning experience—online submission points, a transparent grading system, and a mentorship program.”
With a bow, he concluded, earning polite applause. However, beneath the surface, there was a feeling of muted enthusiasm among my classmates; it was evident that more people were clapping out of a sense of obligation rather than genuine excitement.
I couldn't help but recognise his ideas' merit when reflecting on his speech, especially the mentorship programme I could implement. However, a lingering concern was that his focus on academics might overlook the broader aspects of student life.
As Ritter took his seat, Nomura-sensei made notes on her tablet, occasionally glancing at the class.
“Number two, you are next.”
Kusumoto eagerly held up her straw above her head before stepping to the podium, her energy instantly drawing attention.
“Alright, I know that the student council has been extremely resourceful when it comes to our academics,” Kusumoto began, wasting no time at all.
“However, as the world transitions into the digital age, I have noticed that our school is lacking in some departments to keep up with this global change,” she continued, quickly striking a chord with the class.
“An e-library is something I expected a school like this to have, but it does not,” she pointed out, frustration clear in her tone. “Some of the software we use to teach is outdated by several years, and as a school that prides itself on having something for everyone, the fact that we don't have an eSports team infuriates me.”
Her remarks drew nods and whispers of agreement.
“The implementation of the recently announced ranking system is a start,” she acknowledged, “but without proper features and management, it would be dead on arrival.”
“Our school should be the pinnacle of technological innovation and usher in a new era,” she declared passionately, even clenching her fists to add emphasis. “So vote for me, guys. Thanks.”
As she blew a kiss to the class, affectionate chuckles and smiles spread through the room—a clever move that showcased her charm and left a lasting impression.
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Kusumoto’s speech was a brilliant fusion of charisma, practicality, and enthusiasm. I couldn't help but feel more respect for her way of thinking and her perseverance as I watched her return to her seat.
“Number three, your turn,” Nomura-sensei announced and I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation as I wondered what the girl who stood up would bring to the table.
Hazel walked calmly towards the podium. The classroom fell silent as she inhaled deeply before beginning.
“Hello everyone. I am Hazel Terrell, and I am here to convince you to nominate me for the position of student council president, the most prestigious title a student at this school can achieve.”
Everyone has different wants and needs, which can sometimes clash,” she said, expressing her awareness of the complexities of student life. “If I were to be president, some people may agree with me, while others may not. Our education is important, as are our clubs and activities, the free time we receive, and the fun we have. It is all something that contributes to the larger picture, which is our happiness.”
“That is why I aim to make everyone happy; I want to make decisions that affect the entire student body and not just a select number,” she emphasised. “As a previous representative of this class, you have all experienced my leadership style firsthand and can attest that I have been able to make this possible.”
“So that's why I want to build upon that and make it a standard in this school.” She ended with a polite bow, earning a round of applause and I joined in, swept up by the room's collective energy.
I was surprised to learn that she had previously served as a class representative. Although I had expected her to use her academic background to her advantage, I had not anticipated her previous leadership position.
Our gazes locked briefly in silent acknowledgement amidst the applause, but an underlying tension lingered. A chair scraped against the floor, drawing my attention to Nagamine as she stood.
“Guess I’m next,” she announced casually. Hazel vacated the podium gracefully, and as she passed by, our eyes met again. This time, though, I couldn't help but smile a little, a gesture she reciprocated before averting her gaze.
Now that I was completely focused on the next nominee, I noticed Nagamine's assured gait as she walked up to the podium. There was an aura of self-assurance about her, as if she already knew she had the room's attention.
“Hello everyone. I am sure you are aware of who I am, but just for the unacquainted,” she began, and I couldn't help but feel as though she was staring at me for a little while. “I am Nagamine Ran, and I’m running for student council president.”
“I know what you’re thinking—another cocky girl who thinks she’s better than everyone else. And you’re right. I am better than everyone else. I am cocky. And I am going to win this election.”
With each word, she dared the audience to challenge her assertion.
“Why am I so confident? It is simple. It is because I am the best candidate for the job. I am smart, ambitious, and confident. And I do think I'm better than everyone else. Confidence isn’t a flaw; it’s belief in my abilities. It means I’m not afraid to take risks. And it means that I'm going to do whatever it takes to make this school the best it can be.”
“Now you want policies, you want plans—I’ve got them in spades,” she declared. “The first will be the revamp of our outdated school infrastructure. A complete overhaul. Those squeaky chairs, those vending machines that seem to have nothing anyone wants, the impressive yet slow wifi connection. Those are all going to change.”
“Next on the agenda is promoting extracurricular activities like never before. I believe that true growth happens outside the confines of the classroom,” she continued, eyes alight with excitement. “I will work tirelessly to bring in renowned guest speakers, organise captivating workshops, and establish partnerships with local businesses to provide exciting internship opportunities. Let's show the world what our students are truly capable of.”
“But it doesn’t stop there. This school is at the forefront of technological innovation in the educational space. I want to maintain that, which means integrating state-of-the-art equipment and cutting-edge software in our classrooms.”
“I know some of you think I’m running for my own gain. And you're right,” she admitted, her voice unwavering. “But let me be clear: my personal success is directly tied to the success of this school. And I will stop at nothing to ensure that we reach new heights together.”
As the timer behind her hit zero, signalling the end of her allotted time, Nagamine showed no signs of slowing down.
I want this position because it looks good on my college applications. I want to be student council president because of the power and influence it brings,” she stated unapologetically. “But I also want to be student council president because I care about this school. I want to make it a better place for all of us. So vote for me.”
Applause and murmurs followed. Her blunt honesty had polarised the class—some admired her candour, while others questioned her motives. She was a paradox—an intriguing blend of vanity and altruism.
“Nagamine?” Nomura-sensei’s voice broke the silence, drawing everyone's attention to the front.
“Yes, Nomura-sensei,” Nagamine replied, meeting her gaze.
“The timer ran out, yet you continued. Don’t you think that shows a lack of responsibility and respect?”
The atmosphere shifted. Some exchanged glances, while others waited for Nagamine’s response.
“I know what I did may put me in a negative light, and some may see it as a reason not to vote for me, but I don’t care,” Nagamine stated firmly. “Getting my points and ambitions across to them and having them decide based on that was important. If I did stop in the middle of my speech, they would not have the complete information to decide whether they wanted to vote for me. I prefer to be voted for because people know who I am rather than make assumptions about who I am.”
The class was stunned into silence upon hearing Nagamine's forthright admission. Her refusal to conform to conventional expectations and her unyielding authenticity commanded begrudging respect. Her confidence and mindset could be my biggest competition during this election.
“I see,” Nomura-sensei finally said with a hint of resignation. “Go take your seat.”
Without hesitation, Nagamine obeyed and returned to her seat. The weight of her presence hung in the air, making a lasting impression on everyone who bore witness to her audacious display of self-assurance.
“Alright, number four, you are up,” Miss Noami said, prompting the next candidate to step forward.
“I am coming,” a voice behind me said, and the girl got up from her seat to approach the front of the class. Aria. Her name surfaced in my mind as I watched her approach the podium. Her hand leaned lightly against her chest, a tense move that revealed her fear. She tried to calm herself down, and her deep breaths punctured the air.
“Public speaking has never been my strong suit. I’m not the most outspoken or confident person. Oh, right—my name is Aria Kimura,” she began, her voice faltering slightly. “So… I don’t have the natural charisma that a leader has, but I do want to make a difference at this school.”
“Like, uh,” she hesitated, searching for the right words before closing her eyes briefly to regain composure.
“Art has always been my solace, allowing me to express myself when words fail. Through it, I’ve learnt the power of observation and understanding. I want to bring this quiet strength to our student council, creating a welcoming environment where everyone can be themselves.”
“Though communication may be a challenge for me, I am committed to improving our school's channels to ensure students' voices are heard and concerns are addressed. As an artist, I value imagination and critical thinking, and I will advocate for a balanced curriculum that fosters both academics and creativity.”
She spoke with heartfelt sincerity.
“While I may not be the most outgoing person, I recognise the importance of collaboration and will work to strengthen our ties with the local community through art exhibitions and outreach programmes. Despite my quiet nature, my dedication is unwavering. I promise to listen, support, and always prioritise your best interests. Thank you.”
The students applauded politely as Aria finished, though without enthusiasm. It felt obligatory, as if they were merely sparing her discomfort. Her anxiety had clearly affected how her speech was received, but she had managed to get through it, which I had to give her credit for. Still, she wasn’t someone I needed to worry about.
As I approached the front of the class, I took a moment to gather my thoughts, waiting for Aria to settle back into her seat before commencing my address. The opening was crucial—I needed a hook that would pull everyone in.
I met Diya's gaze—a quiet acknowledgement between us. The meeting she had set up had been a huge help, as it made me come up with this idea. Now, all that remained was executing it. I raised my hands and gave them a few deliberate claps, which broke through the ambient noise and grabbed everyone's attention.
“First off, I’m not here to give you a rehearsed speech. I simply want to have a conversation with all of you,” I began.
“You see, I recently joined this incredible school, and it’s been nothing short of exciting and amazing. Our school is already top-notch when it comes to facilities. We have everything we need to thrive academically and creatively. The curriculum here is innovative and flexible, allowing us to explore our interests and truly shape our educational journey. Honestly, it’s rare to find a school that offers so much.”
I paused, gauging my audience’s reaction before continuing.
“But here’s the thing—I’m a bit disappointed,” I continued, adding a sincere note to my voice. “You see, back in the early days of this school, there used to be summer trips organised for students. And that got me thinking—why not bring that back? Not an educational excursion or a learning experience, but a simple, calm vacation to anywhere we choose.”
The concept hovered there; a ripple of intrigue spread through the room.
“I know it won’t be easy, but I can make it happen. And for that, I need to be your student council president.” My tone was firm, leaving no room for doubt.
“I, Marcus Luna, am here to listen—to implement ideas that truly matter to you. So, tell me—where would you want to go?”
My speech concluded with a question, and I could hear the murmurs of interest but no one actively coming forward, so I would be the first to move the ball.
“I was thinking we could visit an exotic location—how about somewhere like Mount Fuji?” I proposed, throwing out the first suggestion.
“Not at all; the humidity there can be crazy. I suggest the beach,” someone countered.
“Huh, how about a private resort?” another voice chimed in.
“I agree.” A student near the front nodded, prompting others around them to do the same.
“How about a spa?” someone suggested, sparking more deliberation.
“That could be fun, but a resort would have a spa,” another pointed out, earning murmurs of agreement.
“Maybe we can try leaving the country,” a student suggested with a mixture of thoughtful nods and laughter.
“Damn, talk about realistic expectations,” another remarked, drawing laughter from the class—including me.
The energy in the room had shifted. Instead of just listening, they were engaged, debating, and, most importantly, imagining. This was exactly what I had hoped for—a collaborative exchange of ideas that would leave a lasting impression on everyone present.
Nomura-sensei signalled silence with a clap of her hands and I interpreted that as a signal to go back to my seat. Next, she took to the podium, her gaze sweeping over the class before she spoke.
“So, I am sure you have heard all of them. Think about what it is that you want and what the candidates said they would do. Do they align? Do you trust that they will be able to perform their task well? Take all these into consideration,” she cautioned.
With that, she gestured to the side. “Jaden, could you help pass these around?”
Jaden rose from his seat, gathering the stack of ballots before distributing them among the students. The process was simple—mark a name, fold the paper, and hand it back.
“You have a minute, and then I'll collect the ballot from you all,” Nomura-sensei declared. The room fell into silence as pens scratched against paper, each student making their choice. Once time was up, she collected the ballots and began tallying the votes.
Every second seemed to drag on as we waited for Nomura-sensei to tally the votes.
“A total of 21 students voted for six candidates. I will announce the top three.” Nomura-sensei began.
“In third place,” she paused to create tension, “Kusumoto Yoko.”
Applause filled the room as Kusumoto stood gracefully, acknowledging the recognition with a smile before taking her seat.
“In second place,” Nomura-sensei announced, “Nagamine Ran.”
I joined the applause, studying Nagamine's expression—an enigmatic mix of emotions. Were these feelings of frustration, disappointment, or perhaps just sadness? Only she knew the true depths of her feelings.
“And now, the winner of the in-class voting is…” She paused for suspense.
“Marcus Luna.”
Cheers erupted as relief washed over me as I rose from my seat and bowed. “Thank you, everyone, for trusting me with your vote.”
My gaze drifted to Hazel, who seemed deep in thought, her expression unreadable. Though I couldn't help but wonder what was going through her head, one thing was clear—I had won.