Revolution

This little scene was inspired by a prompt from Tomi Adeyemi’s site.  Liese is too much fun to write.

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“They think they can control us,” she yelled.  “They think they can censor what we think!”  She peered out over the desperate crowd, anger pulsing through her veins.  “We will show them how wrong they truly are.”

Konrad arched his brows and gave Frieda a sidelong glance.  “Spirited, isn’t she?” he murmured, crossing his arms over his chest.

Liesel frowned at him.  “Do you doubt me, Brother?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.  For a long moment, she held his gaze.  Then, she heaved a sigh and looked over at the others in the crowd.  “My point,” she said, pitching her voice loudly enough to carry to the back of the group, “is that if we want to have a day when we don’t wear our uniforms, that’s our right.  We have to fight for it.”

She paced across the stage and shook her head.  “If we don’t like the person our teachers think should be our class president, we don’t have to vote for them,” she added.  “If we don’t like our class advisor, we can ask for someone else – someone better!  Who’s with me?”

She couldn’t help but smile with the crowd began calling out that she was right.  Then someone, she didn’t know who, called out a name.  “Frieda,” he said.  “Frieda Engel for Student Body President!”

That was all it took.  Soon her classmates were chanting, “Frieda!  Frieda!”

Liesel smiled over at her sister, who was looking at the chanting crowd with some mixture of surprise and joy.  Frieda looked to Liesel and said, “Thanks, Liese.”

“Any time,” Liesel said, nodding.  After all, Frieda had as much right to run for Student Body President as the little teacher’s pet.  Not only that, her sister was far more likely to actually get things changed that the students wanted.

Frieda stepped over to the podium and the room fell silent.  “Thank you for the support,” she said.  Her brows furrowed and she added, “I’m not going to promise that things will change with me as our student body president.  What I will promise is this: I will work for you to see that your opinions are heard.  We won’t go ignored any longer.  They didn’t accept my nomination as valid on a technicality, but that doesn’t mean our fight ends here: this is why write-in candidates were invented.”

Konrad cleared his throat and, as all eyes seemed to turn to him, he began to explain exactly how the write-in process worked.  It wasn’t difficult.  However, like the nomination itself, it had to be done the correct way in order to be valid.  When he finished, he looked around at the students.  “Vote with your conscience,” he said.  “Determine for yourself who you feel is the best candidate – whether they’re on the ballot or not.”

As the crowd of students dispersed, Camille bounced over to the two girls.  “I’m glad you’re not going to give up, Frieda,” she said, grinning.  She shook her head and added, “That prissy Brittney won’t know what hit her!  She thinks she’d got this locked.”

“People tend to think that when they’re running unopposed,” Konrad said, grimacing.  Then, he looked at Frieda.  “Win or lose, I’m proud of you, Frieda.”

“Thanks, Konrad,” Frieda said, smiling faintly.

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