Two friends stood in front of two gravestones. One read Maurecia Johnson and the other read Todd Baker. The violet haired 17-year-old sighed, "I can't believe that...it's been a year since they died,"
"Yeah, Dana can we hurry this up, Class Elections are starting soon," a 17 1/2-year-old African-American said.
Dana LeDuc looked at him and snapped, "Myron, we're standing ten feet in front of our frineds and all you can think about is a stupid election!"
Myron Holmes looked at her, "Stupid election? Dana this could be my chance to be class president,"
Dana turned her back on him and began to walk away, "Insenitive jerk. Doesn't even care that we'll never see our friends again,"
Myron looked confused and scratched his head, "What set her off? Oh well, time to get to school,"
He started walking away when he heard a male voice say, "Is a class election more important than your friend," he looked up and saw a couple in their mid-twenties standing a few feet in front of him, "Well kid, do you think so ill of the dead and hate your friends so much that being class president is more important to you?"
"What," Myron asked, "No, I don't hate Dana and I don't think ill of the dead."
"Than why the hell are you in a hurry for this election," the woman asked, "Your friends are dead and you pissed off the only person who matters to you."
"No," Myron defended, "I have a brother and my parents, they matter to me,"
"You're not getting what I'm saying," the woman said, "She cares for you, as in more than a friend, and she might be the only one to see you like that," Myron frowned, "But after your digusting disply, I doubt she'll want to see you ever again."
Myron fought the tears that threatened to fall, "And a girl like that comes once in a life time," the man said. Myron had heard enough before turning around and running out of the cemetery.
He made it to the school and saw Dana at her locker. He walked up to her, "Dana, I..."
Dana held up a hand, "Not now, Myron. Elections are going to start soon,"
"No, Dana," Myron said, "If you'll..."
"Shut up," Dana snapped, "Class is starting soon, let's see if you won the election!" She started to push him to class as he tried to explain himself, only to be silenced by Dana.
They soon made it to class and sat down. While the teacher was talking, Myron leaned over and whispered, "Dana, we really need to talk."
"Shut up Myron," Dana hissed, "We're in class!"
They looked up when they heard the sound of someone clearing their throat, "Miss LeDuc, Mr. Holmes, do you wish two share something with the class?"
"No Mr. Robbinson," they said in unison.
"Good," Mr. Robbinson said, "Now on to the election. Our new class president is Myron Homles. Come up here and say a few words,"
Dana pushed Myron out of his seat and he stood up and walked up to the front of the class. He looked at the class and said, "My fellow classmates, as my first act as president is to resign," everyone looked shocked, "And I'm naming Dana LeDuc my successor," shocking everyone further as he took his seat.
Later, as Myron and Dana sat at a lunch table, she looked at him and asked, "What was that about? I thought you wanted to be class president," Myron nodded, "Then why, why would you resign and name me your successor?"
Myron sighed, "Because Dana, after you left the cemetery, I had a talk with some people and they made me realize that I was a jerk and that I pissed off the girl who means everything to me." Dana looked shocked, "Dana, will you go out with me this weekend,"
Dana half smiled, "Sure Myron," she started laughed and then stopped, "Enough with the fun!"
End