Note: first fanfic, will improve as I go along, I have been a gamemaster on my past RP site so the action should be good, and I do not own Ben 10 or anything that is remotely like Ben 10.

AUTHOR'S NOTE OF GLORY: I'm contemplating on rewriting the first 10 chapters of this story. However, I'm worried that I might lose all the comments that people left behind. I always loved to look at my reviews, it would be a shame if they all were gone. But, if I do that, my first chapters won't have horrible grammar…

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They laugh at me when they say it couldn't happen! But it will! They'll rue to the day when they discover their mistakes and my brilliance!

Grey Matter was sitting at another of one of his boring student party meetings. He sat near the back of the room as he looked at his hand held in sheer delight. He surfed the web while on it whenever he got bored and it helped in passing the time. Right now, he was busy adding essential zombie surviving supplies to his inventory. He needed to prepare himself before the great plague comes. Right now, he was looking for water purification tablets. Very handy when one is out in a chaotic planet stuck in the backwoods of a forest.

He was only half listening to his fellow speaker. The student went on and on, about how dismal their records seem and how due to the Metal Trial their previous top candidates for student election have been released from the Academy. He just went on and on in a dreary voice that always drove Grey Matter crazy when he heard it.

In the Academy's history there have always been two student parties; the main one, and the other one (Grey Matter's was the other one). For as long as anyone could remember, Students of Galaxy have been in control of the senate and presidential seats. They make up mainly the popular students of the Academy who in Grey Matter's harsh and ignorant opinion, thought they were idiots. Which was why he joined the Vulpimancer Party.

He looked around the room absent mindedly to look at his party peers. Many of them used to belong to Students of Galaxy but left due to how the main party didn't fulfill their glorified promises. Many of those said students also realized that Students of Galaxy were mainly filled with people who were just trying to get something on their resume. That idea sickened Grey Matter, who thought Student Senate should be filled with dedicated students who cared about the people they're representing and not themselves.

He smiled to himself, despite being in the opposition party, he rose to quite high ranks in recent times. A month ago, he was promoted to be the Vice-Chairman of the Financial Committee. A committee that many people, including senators, admitted was the most frustrating and time consuming seat of them all. Every day, Grey Matter and the other students would sit and listen to clubs plead to them for money for various activities. Whether it was for a grand opening, a party or for putting up fliers, Grey Matter would sit and contemplate/calculate their beggings. It was here that the real thrill of Senate started, where Grey Matter would argue for or against the certain club. It was always a joy to match wits with his fellow colleagues.

"Grey Matter!" cried a voice.

Grey Matter's floating thoughts suddenly went crashing down as the voice pulled him back into reality.

"Yes, what is it?" he said, trying to act like he was paying attention all along.

"I said, would you accept a nomination for you to be our presidential candidate?"

Grey Matter was stunned. Presidential candidate? Me? How preposterous! It was true that the Vulpimancer Party was down in its luck, but did they actually succumb to nominating him to be their presidential candidate? He was about to say no to this ridiculous statement when he stopped. If he was the presidential candidate…he could tear up this whole election and bring its very foundation to its knees! Random thoughts of plans and ploys filled his little mind as he smiled to himself in maliciousness.

"Yes," he said gleefully, "I accept the nomination."

The nomination continued on with a surprisingly large amount of people declining their said nomination. Only a few people, including Grey Matter, accepted it.

The spokesperson then motioned Grey Matter forward, Grey Matter didn't want to get up from his comfortable seat at the back of the room but he did so anyways. He was the last one to arrive at the center of the room, he took his seat at the end of the row.

The presidential candidates were then barraged with questions about how they would handle the upcoming election. After each of the candidates thoughtful answers, it was Grey Matter's turn.

"Grey Matter, what do you think the party needs to do in order to win this upcoming election?"

Grey Matter thought the question was too broad to give any reasonable short answer. To answer any large problems with short and easy answers may seem impatient and obtuse. But he looked into the eyes of his eager party members and gave a quick side look to his presidential candidate. If they wanted him to answer what he truly thought of the whole deal he will.

"I think that we need to have more balls," he said matter-of-factly.

Though the response was a short answer in itself, he thought it was probably the best answer. He smiled to himself as he saw the mixed reactions from his fellow members. Most snicker at his statement while others frowned upon it. The questionnaire showed nothing upon his stony face and said, "Care to elaborate?"

Grey Mater placed his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling. Continuing on in his calm voice he said, "Well, the way I see it, this party keeps getting screwed by the Dickheads of Galaxy because we're too much of a pussy to stand up to them."

At this point, students rebelled in anger at his choice of words and also the meaning behind his words. Grey Matter didn't care, he was just saying what he saw. He didn't beat around the bush to get to his point. He continued.

"Our tactics in the past I do admit seem reasonable and wise. Send speakers out to clubs to talk about our opinions…publish our views in the school newspaper…produce and distribute posters to buildings and so forth."

Grey Matter leaned in and hooked his hands together.

"But if we really want to win this election then we must break free from our comfort zone and take risks. Taking risks will not only get us notice more, it will tell people that we mean business. Now, if you want to continue along the same path as my respectable colleagues here have talked about, be my guest. However, if you want to take a chance and try something different and possibly insane, vote for me. I'm going to take all of you on a wild spaceship ride, and I'll guarantee you, we are not coming back down."

Grey Matter had absolutely no idea what that last sentence meant. He just pulled it out of the top of his head because it sounded good. He gave a mental shrug, he said it now and there was no turning back.

After a few more questions, Grey Matter and the rest of the presidential candidates went out of the room. The voting had to be kept a secret and Grey Matter respected that.

Carol Jabberwock, a female Dragon who was also running for the title of president, came up to him and said, "You have a lot of nerve for saying all those things back there."

Grey Matter held up his hands in a don't-care position and said, "I said what had to be say in my opinion. I firmly believe that we should get tougher against our opponents and we should take a stand for our opinions."

Carol flicked her forked tongue and said, "If only we had more people like you, we might actually win this time."

That was as far as a compliment she would give him (she was running against him after all), and just to prove the point she said, "However, your apparent lack of enthusiasm for your fellow senators is too obvious. If you are to be a proper leader, you need to show encouragement to all those who support you."

Grey Matter leaned against the wall and responded, "You could be right, however, I'm not going to say you are because I've never experienced true leadership before. But hey, I'm not going to dwell on it this moment. They're still voting in there, if I win, I'll think about what I should or should not do. If I lose, I can sit back and research any potential zombie attacks."

Carol said nothing to that.

A person came out the door and motioned them in, Grey Matter and the rest slowly ambled in. Taking their sweet and naïve time.

When Grey Matter took his seat he found that his heart was pounding, he cursed to himself. Why was he nervous? What did he have to lose or gain from this whole onslaught? Would it really matter to him if he lost? He shook his head, no, that wasn't it, he wouldn't really care if he lost. But if he won? That was something else. If he won, the burden of all the party would be upon his shoulders. It made him almost nauseous. He began to have second thoughts upon this whole presidential thing when…

"It is my pleasure to announce that we have selected Grey Matter to be our presidential candidate for the Vulpimancer party. Congratulations, Grey Matter!"

Everyone clapped for him, including the presidential candidates who did it to be polite. Grey Matter was for the second time that day, stunned. He gulped and he tried to bring back his composure. Tried, and failed.

The rest of the night went by in a blur, the party then moved on to decide who would be the vice-presidential candidate. Once again, Carol Jabberwock ran for the position and she was able to acquire it. Grey Matter knew that she would be a good vice-president to him since she was stable emotionally and wise mentally, something that he lacked both of.

After the party adjourned, several of the senators came up to Grey Matter to congratulate him or to offer him advice. Grey Matter only half-listened to them since he just wanted to go home and sleep all of this off like a bad hangover.

Once rid of said senators, Grey Matter trudged back home to his dorm. The cold weather was finally letting up and now, it was drizzling rain instead of sleet. Grey Matter didn't mind such weather. The rain felt nice upon his cool and slimy skin.

Just then, Carol approached him from behind, he tried to ignore her but that failed since she was now walking side by side of him. He bit his lip. Finally succumbing to the dead silence he said, "Err…congratulations on your vice-presidential nomination," Grey Matter gave a twisted look on his face. "Congratulations," he heard that word so many times tonight that it sickened him just to say it again.

But Carol nodded politely to him and said, "And you too on your presidential nomination."

Still refusing to look up to her, he said, "I assume that you wanted to talk to me about the upcoming election."

"Yes, I was thinking that what we should do is…"

"NO!" screamed Grey Matter as he stopped so suddenly, "I don't want to think about the election right now! I made the foolish mistake of offering myself up and now, I'm the damn president!"

"Nominated president," corrected Carol.

Grey Matter threw his hands up in the air and rolled his great yellow eyes and said, "Whatever, nominated president. The point is, I must now carry the party and represent it wherever I go. Agh…"

He started walking again in a brisk pace, determined to lose Carol. But she wouldn't give up that easily. She caught up to him and said, "Listen! I don't know what your deal is but you got to shape up and be responsible to this! If you fall apart then the party falls with you."

Grey Matter stopped again; he took a deep breath and let it all out slowly. Closing his eyes he said, "I'm sorry. I'm just worried that I might not be able to handle this."

But when those words came out of his mouth something dawned on him. A glitter in his eyes sparkled as he smiled mischievously.

"You know what? This is like a challenge. One of those riddles that I always love to solve. How many balls does it take to win an election?"

He laughed out loud, Carol didn't.

He rubbed his hands together and said, "I always love challenges, it makes my life so much less boring!

He turned to Carol and gave her a mock salute and said, "I'm sorry if I caused you to worry. Do not fret! For I am back to my old pompous and glorious self!"

"That's kind of worrying me…"

Grey Matter laughed again and this time patted her shin.

"Don't worry Carol, this is going to be fun! Let's see how many people we can shake up before this election is over!"
And with that, the two of them began to discus in vivid detail about the future of their party as they walked home in the evening drizzle.