There were like 15 students contesting for presidency in the school, but only three people were at the top. The digital board in the hallway flickered with real-time updates, and the gap was depressing. Beam had the highest numbers; her ranking chart was far above the other two, a giant blue bar towering over the rest of the competition.
The four of us sat in the classroom staring at the screen charts projected onto the whiteboard. The hum of the projector was the only sound for a while. We had been looking at them for almost ten minutes, our eyes scanning the percentages, wondering how Haley, who happened to be among the top three, was supposed to become number one before the election ended. It felt like trying to climb a mountain with no gear while someone else was already at the peak taking a nap.
"Well, we already know who the next president is…" Malo said as he gave up looking at the screen, leaning back until his chair creaked.
