I was desperate to be elected class president. It was everything I had worked and dreamed for. I knew I would finally be accepted if I could only win at something. And that something had to be the presidency. Otherwise, all of my plans would be for naught. Everything had started when I was in fifth grade and won the spelling bee. I was over the moon until my mother reminded me that my older sister had won the spelling bee AND the geography bee. And because I had come in mere second place over what the capital of Lithuania was, I was second best. In reality, I knew I had been and always would be second best, but I needed to prove to myself I could achieve the school status Mary never could.
I wondered about the best way for me to go about getting elected and though it did cross my mind to see about committing voter fraud, I would never allow myself to be put in the same category of certain people of power. But I was desperate and who would really notice if a few extra ballots made their way into the ballot box? Certainly not Mary. I began plotting, but knew I could never write anything down. I didn’t have faith that my family members didn’t go through my desk when I wasn’t home. My father was big on his own personal privacy, but didn’t extend the same courtesy to the rest of us. What I wasn’t expecting was for someone else to stuff the ballot boxes for me. Just not in my favor. And I knew how to get Mary back. College wasn’t important, right?