![]() Yellow-patterned, regular-flow-they flew into the air and landed on the heads and laps of the people in the rows around me. Good thing I had just bought a new box that morning. The way you make me feel free#“So, in the spirit of feminism and equality-THERE WILL BE FREE TAMPONS FOR ALL!” I yelled, releasing fistfuls of my tampons into the crowd. “I promise that us girls will not be prisoners to our bodies! We will have equal rights!” Some girls cheered in the audience. He tossed it to me, and I reached into the front zippered pocket. I motioned for Patrick to hand me my backpack. “I will promise you all one thing … as Queen Clara.” I racked my brain for what, the improvisation making me buzz. She would know she was junior class president. It’s not like being class president!” she scoffed into the microphone. “You don’t get to do anything if you win prom queen. Rose’s voice interrupted me from the speakers. And now, my promise to you: if I get voted prom queen, there will be some much-needed changes made to Elysian High…” ![]() “Thank you for letting me into your hearts. “And thank you, student body, for this honor.” I projected my voice as I looked around. I remained standing, then held up my arms dramatically. She frowned, then squinted into the audience to see what I was doing. I stood up, making the folded upholstered seat bounce loudly as it closed. Rose cleared her throat into the microphone. As people swiveled their heads to look over at me, I started to form an idea. Patrick and Felix burst out laughing and then reached over me to high-five each other. “I just said you’re nominated for junior prom queen.” She held up a piece of paper and stared at it, in disbelief at the words she was seeing. Rose rolled her eyes and exhaled into the microphone, making it squawk. I cupped my hands around my mouth and bellowed, “WHAT?” It reverberated off the wood-paneled walls and high ceilings. I startled, the paper plane dropping by my feet with a clatter. ![]() ![]() Glancing around the auditorium to make sure no teachers were watching, I lifted the plane into my line of vision … The way you make me feel how to#Sometimes these two really knew how to kill a joke. He looked at me for approval when he said it, eyebrow arched. “Yeah, we’re here for the giggles, not tears,” Felix Benavides whispered from my other side. He was slouched so far down in his seat that his chin was touching his chest, his long, pale limbs folded into an impossible position. My eyes swept over to Patrick Keen sitting next to me. As she went on about junior prom announcements, I grew more focused. Rose Carver and her short-brimmed black hat were in fine form today, a perfect target, her face lit up beatifically by the stage lights. I held it up, closing my left eye to aim it toward the stage. Crisp edges, a pointy nose, and just the right weight. ![]()
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