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Show -102- Peppermint Monday me of something Andrea would wear. She gave me a poem on friendship she'd written too. I wasn't wild about poetry and couldn't tell bad from good. It was thoughtful of her though. The day of the elections, I felt all nervous and jittery. I saw Kent Harlin in the hall. He didn't look at all nervous. I guess he didn't think there was any reason to worry. I imagine he was feeling about the same way his brother had felt when he collected his butterflies for the science fair- I imagine he had a good reason to feel that way too. Even with Renae and her friends, Billy Crowley, and whoever else I had on my side, Kent would have more on his. I thought he could at least have the decency to appear modest. Later that day, I heard the results. I hadn't felt like crying in a while, but I felt like it now. Not big sobs or anything like that, just a few stinging tears that never left the corners of my eyes. Kent had only won by sixteen votes, hardly enough to brag about, but he had still won. I had never admitted it to myself before, but I really wanted to be class president. I had wanted it awful bad. Andrea helped me take the posters down. She didn't say anything about the headless horseman when we ripped it off the wall. She just gave me numerous pitiful glances that were much worse than her stupid giggling. I saved one of the posters. It was one I had made and it was plain and drab. It was painted in a quiet purple color though, so I took it home for my room. It would look nice in a lavender room. We stopped to talk to Grandma Ruby after school. She had been napping on her velvet couch, but she'd never admit it. Her hair poked out a few places and her eyes weren't as bright as usual, so I knew. |