Chapter 11
Secession
Horace walked on to the stage. He was the last candidate that was to give his speech. The other two were incredible. Horace could see that they had worked on achieving this goal for a long time.
Here he was, a mediocre student, that was only really there because he was popular. But after all he was his mother's son. "Faculty and Friends," He starts after the applause dies down, "I am here today because I was chosen to be your candidate." He looks down at the cards "I have a whole list of things that I would like to improve about the school... But none of them seems to matter." Horace sighed and dropped the cards on the podium.
"I mean, I'm only here because you guys think that I'd be naturally inclined to do this. But let me tell you I am no leader. My grades suck, and frankly, I'm only here because I like the attention."
Horace opened his arms wide, "Don't get me wrong, I do have great genes, my mom is a great leader. But last night she asked me why I was running," he shrugged, "I had no aswer that I thought would make her proud. Then she said to me, Horace... If you are going to go through with this make sure you have something to back it up with."
"And you know what guys? I've got nothing. So I resign the race, you guys can choose out of the two people that can deliver. Thank you." Horace said and walked off of the stage.
In the audience, Becca stared completely awed that her brother would do that. She got up and quickly went over to him. "That was a great speech," she said.
"Yeah, Mom made me realize that just because some things just land on my lap because I am her son, I shouldn't abuse the privilege." He said to his sister.
"Well, I'm proud of you." Becca said
"Thanks Beck," He said as he bumped her with his hip as they walked down the halls of the school towards the last class of the day which they had together.
"Hey," Becca started. "I'm sorry about the whole Kelly thing."
"S'okay." He said then turned right towards his class.