Chel hated days when her bus came early. She'd managed to catch it, at least, that day. But still. School wasn't starting for fifteen minutes, and she was just standing there in the hallway.
It was boring.
A homecoming dance poster caught her gaze, and she wondered if she should have campaigned or something for queen. Honestly, she wasn't sure if she was eligable for the position as a junior, but... Well, the amount of attention surrounding the title seemed nice. Well, there was always prom that year. She'd gotten herself a date to the junior prom last year, but it had meant going with a guy she hadn't really been all that into, and who had only looked to her because he couldn't get a date he knew or, you know, liked. But this year? It would be great. She'd be free to take whoever she wanted to, or even go solo if it struck her fancy, and she could really have fun with people she knew well.
"And who knows? Maybe I'll be queen then," she thought aloud.