When everyone finished, Alina gently shook the box once, her heart strangely nervous, like she was announcing real election results.
She opened the box.
Pulled the first slip.
"Drake."
Drake's eyes lit up like fireworks.
Second slip.
"Luna."
Luna tried to stay calm. Failed slightly.
Third slip.
"Vlad Jr."
He simply nodded like, yes, of course.
Fourth.
"Drake."
Drake looked like he might ascend to heaven.
Fifth.
"Vlad Jr."
Now Drake and Vlad Jr. were tied.
Sixth.
"Luna."
Tie again.
Seventh.
"Boo."
Eighth.
"Vlad Jr."
The room felt tight with suspense.
Alina reached in slowly. Pulled the last slip. Opened it. She paused slightly. Then smiled.
"Class Representative… is Vlad Jr."
For half a second, silence filled the room.
Then,
Drake flopped dramatically over his desk. "I was robbed."
Luna crossed her arms but nodded respectfully. "Acceptable."
Boo gasped. "Elite society wins again."
