"Please go vote. Don't be annoying about it, just do it." - Elizabeth Gillies, Twitter 11/5/2012
Election
There was a massive throng of people, I don't know if they were protesters or what. They held signs of unintelligible things, some blue with big O's on them and others white with ornate R's. Yet there were others that looked like that stupid Rainbow Dinosaur puked all over it.
Whatever.
I was beginning to get irritated because the people were pushing and shoving each other to get at me. As if the decision I was going to make weighed solely on my shoulders. They shoved their stupid signs in my face and yelled. "Jade, Vote for me!"
"No me!" Yelled another and they began to pull at my black leather jacket. I fought them off, as their request for votes were deafening and infuriating. As I tried to fight my way out of the throng of people to the grassy area ahead; I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest. I tried to run but I was moving at a snails pace. I looked down as I had a couple of iron balls on chains, chained to each of my ankles. I tried to pull on the shackles to no avail. I just pushed on.
Finally I broke free of the throng of people and there was blissful silence. It was as if all of a sudden I was all alone. NOW I was nervous. The future of my country depended on my decision. The shackles on my feet made each step I made laborious.
I stopped just in front of these huge double doors. I placed my hand on them, and they swung open without me having to push. There was a long white hallway with a booth at the end. I walked through struggling against my restraints. But the closer I got to it the more slack they grew, and with my final steps I broke free of them.
I walked into the booth, and the curtains drew behind me on their own. I panicked and turned around but behind the curtains was a Brick wall. I began to hyper ventilate, as I saw the ballots with about a million different measures I had to vote on, brads or chads or whatever the HELL they wanted to call. "Why can't I just vote online?" I murmured as the pile of paper grew and grew and they all fell off of a computer. I came closer to it, and there was my decision for president.
I gulped nervously and made my choice. But my computer changed to the other choice. And I tried over and over again to correct it. "AHHHHHHH"
I sat up in bed I was in a cold sweat. I was in my room in my bed. I had to vote today. It was my first time. I was going to make my voice heard. But first I needed coffee. The tallest cup I could get, my nerves were shot.
I got Ready quickly, glad that the polls opened well before sunrise and headed out to my car. I arrived at the polling place and looked way less intimidating than in my dream. "I got this." I said resolute. I had educated myself and made up my mind.
I walked past some campaign workers who were actually really polite, so unlike my dream, and I walked into my old elementary school's cafeteria and walked up to My old teacher Mrs. Morrison at the table.
"Oh Lord, here comes trouble." She said. I raised my eyebrow and handed her my ID. She smiled. "Thank you for coming and letting your voice be heard."
I swelled up with pride. She was my favorite teacher. "Thank you." I said, but I still didn't smile. Then it was the moment of truth. I walked up to the booth and it was a simple computerized process. I touched the screen, I made my choices and no one could take those away from me.
The End
