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The next day I am going to school really confident. Elections for class representative is in 3 days from now, and I know that place will be mine. I am in a very cheerful mood this morning, probably from the extra sleep I got. I get changed, brush my teeth, do my hair, put my hair ribbon in, and run to the kitchen.
“Oh hello, Mymy! You seem very cheery rather than yesterday!”
Coco commented while putting her shoes on. She was always having the best attitude and I did like that I can’t lie. I smiled wide, wide enough to see a sparkle because my teeth are so clean.
“Yep! I am just really happy election day for class representative is close. That spot will be mine, Coco.”
My eyes are smiling now with my teeth. I know no one can beat me being class representative, and no one’s opinions mattered anyways! No one else wants to be class representative, so I get to automatically win! If that is how it works of course. Coco does her lovely smile at me. She seems happy to see me happy and not making fun of Maya of course! Wait.. Where even is Maya?
“Coco.. Where is Maya? Is she sick or whatever?”
I questioned Coco. To be honest I didn’t really care if she wasn’t there, it is just weird when she isn’t.
“Nee! She is just waiting for us at our bikes.”
Right. I bet she doesn’t want to talk to us after I called her a Belgium. She is so overdramatic, and it gets super annoying! Coco and I then walk outside, after she waited for me to get my shoes on of course, and we biked to school. The warm air against my face felt good. Today is my day.
When we got to school, we first went to our lockers to drop off our stuff and get our required supplied for Vera’s class. Her class was extremely boring I just couldn’t help it but not pay attention. When I was about to fall asleep, there it was. There was a knock on the door. It was a light, but hearable knock.
“Oh, right. Class, meet our new exchanged student, Yana.”
That’s right! I forgot there was going to be an exchanged student here. The door flung open and we all saw her. She was in an Israeli uniform, she had a helmet on, her blonde hair was back in a low bun, she had these bright blue eyes, she was extremely pale, and she had this grin. She looked really different, well everyone did since I am the only real Dutch of course! But, she is definitely different. She was just rambling in Hebrew, which no one even understood anyways, but I heard her utter the two words, “class representative” WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY? Did she really just say she wanted to be class representative?! She is new! She can’t just be class representative, it takes time and effort. She has no idea. All I can do is stare at her angrily, not taking my eyes off of her. We are going to have an obvious problem.
After class ended, I had to tell her who is boss here. I grabbed my stuff and I went up to her quickly. I was clenching onto my stuff hardly, but when I tried to go to her locker where she was there were… other people. They were actually talking to her and laughing with her. Do these people seriously like her over me? I mean, I am a real Dutch in A DUTCH HIGH SCHOOL and she is just this Israeli exchanged student. None of this is fair and I need to get to the bottom of this and it must be now.
“Hey Yana! Do you have a moment to talk with me?”
I say in a very polite tone. I don’t want to scare her off right away, if you know what I mean. She looked at me with that creepy smile and just nodded. She knew I wouldn’t understand her if she was talking in Hebrew, and I hate how she is trying to be so nice to everyone. She is only being nice to foil my plans with getting class representative. I walked over to an empty classroom and she followed closely behind me. I am surprised how obedient she was towards me, I personally would be asking someone questions if they asked me to follow them. We finally make it to the class room before I take a deep breath and just start rambling to her.
“So you see, Yana. I really need you to try and not embarrass yourself at this high school and just not be a candidate for class representative. We both know how that will go since you’re new and not a real Dutch like me!”
The way I said that felt so overpowering towards her. I felt amazing saying all of those things, it was wonderful. This exchanged student Yana won’t ruin my plans EVER. She kind of just stares at me for a moment and begins talking in Hebrew,
“Oh no I am not trying to ruin anything about you being class representative, but this is also something I was promised younger. You are a very nice girl, Mymy, but you should also give others a chance to express themselves.”
For some reason that was the time I fully understood Hebrew without being fluent at the language. I felt my jaw drop all the way to the ground (not literally) when she was speaking. NOW SHE IS TELLING ME THAT I MIGHT HAVE TO GIVE UP MY CLASS REPRESENTATIVE TITLE?? THE ONE I DESERVE?? She doesn’t know when to give up, does she? I clench my fist and grit my teeth. Her facial expression is so calm that it just sickens me. I. Hate. Her.
“We will both be great candidates, Mymy, and I hope you understand that. Best of luck to you.”
Her eyes stared at mine, but it wasn’t in a, “are you crazy?” way. She looked at me with these eyes that cared for me. She put her hands behind her back and continued to walk out of the empty class room. I need her gone right away.