YOUNG 𓇻 SEASON 1. . . . 3
'FAMILY POLITICS'

Campaign Fever was all the rage at Degrassi. From sparkly, glizty,  banners which were draped all around with VOTE FOR ASH brought to life in bright red sharpie. To improtu speeches given by JT, about the importance of community voice and how homework was slowing them down as a society.

And to truly capture the important moment of Degrassi's fierce election race, Arlee had put herself forward to document the whole thing. "In amongst the trees, we encounter a special kind of species."she target her camera right in JT's line of vision, enhancing the zoom. "It's short, quick whited, got an infinity of surfer shirts even though it's never been a surfboard in its life. Watch as it turns so gracefully, ready to attack"

JT finally acknowledged the camera with furrowed brows, and slight discernment about being called an it. "What're you doing?"

Arlee lowered her camcorder. "I volunteered myself to make the video campaign for this election."

"Did you put up any of the posters I made?" Toby inquired, his mind seemingly jumping from pillar to post on the amount of things he needed to accomplish for their fake campaign.

"Four in the caf, and five near the library. Everyone's already talking."

"Talking? Like talking about me?" JT echoed back with an arched brow. "Not that a care, but, who's got the favoured vote?"

"I'm not allowed to reveal that to you." vaguely revealed Arlee. It was all apart of the tactic. That tatic being, make JT's motivation to continue spike a little more higher to the point where his pitches sounded a little more convincing.

"Why? This is a joke campaign, does it really matter?"

Both of Arlee's brows went shoot up at his statement rather cartoonishly, her camera swinging to aim right at his face. "Oh? So is that an admittion of your true feelings behind why you want to run then?"

He took a step back, clearly stunted by the sudden question she'd sprung on him. "What're you doing?"

Arlee dipped the camera down again. "Politics 101: Recognise a trap from the press when you see it."

JT was quick to pick up with a silent oh and vehemently shook his head. "No, not at all."

"So, JT, why do you wanna run for president then?"

JT's confident features shrivelled faster then water vaporising under scorching heat. He fiddled with his hands, blinking turning rapid. "Why do I wanna run for president? Uh that's a good question."

Luckily for him, Toby was not far behind to swoop in and save the day, "In one word, people," he remarked. "The backbone of our fine nation."

" Hear, Hear !" JT chanted from behind him merrily, barging his way in front of the lens.

Toby moved down the hall whilst Arlee tried her best to walk backwards in line with him, "He is people, our great alternative. In a world dominated by cruel, selfish, 8th graders, JT is our last shining hope."

" I couldn't have said it better myself," JT added, "Thank you Degrassi."

Arlee had become fully invested in what the speckled boy was saying, that she had completely forgot to press record and watch for the people behind her. Her back collided with someone who was standing next to. A mudded emulsion of embarrassment, as well as sliver of annoyance racked at her when she caught a glimpse of the individual through the glaring hue of light that was cascading onto the lockers next to them. Spinner, again. Because of course it was.

He sharply turned around with a twinge of discernment from the sudden accidental nudge, and taking that as their cue to exit, JT and Toby chose to not resign themselves to whatever unruly wrath Spinner had planned by making an awkward break for it in the direction they'd just come from. Leaving Arlee alone, and unfazed.

"What's the camera for?" Spinner gestured his hand at the camera, or more so, around the outer circumference of it.

She lowered the camcorder in her grasp, hold loosening around the fabric wrap mounted against its head. "Election Documenting."

"Sounds boring." was the instant answer that ejected from Spinner's lips at that.

Arlee didn't expected anything less, if she had to be quite honest. She pivoted on her busted converse heel to exit their impromptu conversation. "Bye Gavin"

"Don't you want to hear what I have to say?"

"Why would you want to talk to me, I'm a 7th Grade geek, remember?" Arlee reminded him meekly, making him tutt.

"Yeah, but you're also my best friends, annoying little sister," He retorted, leaning up against the lockers. "Which means you're not apart of that or whatever."

Arlee couldn't tell if Spinner was genuinely being serious or just messing with her, but either way, an interview was still an interview. "Fine," she huffed inwardly and angled her heavy duty camera with his smug grin and rusted dog tag chain."Gav....Spinner, How do you, as an eighth grader, feel about a seventh grader running for president this year?"

"I feel..." Spinner placed a hand on his chin, gaze averting away from the lens. "You know what, let me show you how I feel..." like a hunter feverishly awaiting his prey, he spotted a smaller, and assumingly less agile kid walking down the hall with a mound of welcome sheets and books firmly clutched to his chest. And his laces were also untied sporadically trailing behind him. Bingo.

Without missing a beat, Spinner slyly jotted his foot out when the boy reached their general vicinity and let his impulsive thoughts reign anarchy. A thudding crash and laughter from a couple other students around the hall echoed prominently afterwards, and the kid, who Arlee probably had next period with,

Arlee rolled her eyes from behind the camera, she needed good raw footage, and not evidence on how flawed the no-bullying policy was at Degrassi.

Spinner turned his attention back to the camera. "You see that? That is what will happen if you vote a 7th grader into office. They'll be total warfare out here, chaos, destruction," slowly, he then inched closer to the lens. "So here's a compromise, vote for nobody. Campaigns are lame, and the Student Council is even lamer."

Arlee dug her bottom lip into the top's of her teeth, an exasperated sigh falling soon after when she finally cut. Great.

"So, am I gonna make the cut or what, Federina ?"   asked Spinner, slinging his backpack onto his shoulder.

" You'll probably be somewhere in the end credits sequence," was the only response she could mutter, before turning around to find actual voters who could contribute something useful. "And it's Arlee!"

"Whatever you say, Federina!"

Arlee halted dead in her tracks, and felt a rebuttal on the horizon. Federina. Nobody else called her that except him, and prior to today, she'd always hated it because he used it as a means to undermine her. She loathed it and he seemingly enjoyed that when it was convenient to him.

Arlee continued her scavenge for eligible voter interviews by looking for people outside, specifically, at the basketball court. Who she'd stumbled upon left within its confines didn't sup-rise her all too much.

Carefully, Arlee moved around the perimeter whilst Federico and Jimmy Brooks played an intense match."Oye , cabeza hueca !"

Federico stopped mid-shot, his hands raised until Jimmy slapped the ball out them and grinned in success. "I'm busy," he sneered, whilst he watched his friend make the basket that he was about to score.

"Yeah, busy loosing," Arlee commented under her breath. "What's the score, 25- nothing ?"

"Tie actually," A voluminous amount of sweat dripped from the cusp of Federico's forehead. "So, what do you want ? Need lunch money already, Bitsy? Because I'm short spare."

That nickname, Bitsy. She It made her slightly nerved at times, but she'd lost the power in herself to force him to stop calling her that. "Actually, I came here for an interview," Arlee watched her brother's brows furrow. "About the election...y'know, the thing that everyone's been talking about? JT VS Toby's sort of step sister ?"

It took a couple of minutes, but eventually, the small puzzle in Federico's brain finally clicked. "Oh that, yeah..yeah, you want my input or something?"

"I actually wanted Jimmy's, but you'll do too I guess," said Arlee, before raising the camera at her brother without warning. In a comical sense of panic Federico dropped his basketball and shielded himself so that he could, and look presentable,
and once Arlee had mouthed action he was promptly ready to go.

"So....Federico, Jimmy, what're you thoughts on the election?"

Federico and Jimmy glanced at one another, both resting their backs against the bumpy surface of the fence. "We think it's honestly off the chain, the type of progression that our tight knit community needs."

Jimmy nose scrunched at his crass statement. "You think a 7th grader running for president is, progressive ? What planet are you on?"

Federico placed a hand on his friends shoulder, though he still kept his eye contact glued with the camera. "The real world, Jim," he harped. "The real world."

Arlee raised a brow at what she'd just witnessed. Maybe interviewing upperclassman wasn't such a great idea after all. Maybe interviewing people wasn't such a good idea either, since mostly all her encounters so far behind her lens had consistently ended obscurely. "Jimmy?"

Jimmy stared at her like she was supposed to know the obvious. Which, in hindsight, she probably should've seeing as it was his girlfriend running in the polls. "Think the whole things a joke really. I mean, a 7th grade kid? Nobody's gonna vote for some no-cred dork over Ashley. She runs the halls of Degrassi"

A contingency to correct Jimmy about JT being a '7th Grade kid' even though he'd just been in the 7th Grade 4 months ago, on top of his need to call him a no-cred dork arises on the tip of Arlee's tongue. Sure, Ashley had experience, a pristine decorum, and a nice reputation to match. But JT was funny, and in his own right, a people-person...socially. "So, Ashley, right?"

"No questions asked." Jimmy voiced with an umpteenth amount of confidence, picking up the ball. "She's got my vote."

Arlee turned to her elder brother next to get his hopefully, useful final parting words. "Fede?"

"Yeah, I'll have to go with the safe option." He agreed wistfully. "Letting PJ run the school? That's gonna end horribly. I'm for Ashley."

"Thanks," She stopped the feed and hit stopped the recording, taking the time momentarily watch the playback feed of what she'd just done. Starting from the moment Federico had started to primp his sweat-drench hair in the reflection, till the end when he'd said the wrong name. "And his name's JT."

  He shrugged passively. "Same diff."

"Same diff." Arlee mocked back jokingly, a smirk clambering on her face.

In a form of unnecessary retaliation, Federico suddenly wrung his arm around the nape of Arlee's neck softly and worked his bare knuckle onto the top of her head. This was how they normally solved minor misconcrepencies, by rough housing. When they were younger it ended in someone getting a bruise to the knee and a hard lecture about respect. Added chores. The occasional loss of television.

Prior to that moment however, they hadn't really been into hanging around with one another long enough to squabble. Back in the day, people would call them anti twins because they were  'close in age' ( 12 months ) but never kindred in spirit. Whatever that meant. Now, Federico was on the cusp of teenhood and Arlee was in a trivial part of her growth.

    "Get off...Fede! This is the school's I can't drop it."

"Ooh."

Federico might've not been the brightest tool in the shed, but he was definitely stronger than Arlee could ever be.

Mustering enough breath, she managed to untangle her small frame from him, the camera thankfully still in tact. She administered one final tantalising blow to his shoulder with her fist, softly. "Your sweaty pits nearly killed me, murderer." her words made both the boys laugh, her disgruntled features falling into a small smirk soon after. "Le estoy contando tanto a Abuelita sobre esto."

Federico rolled his eyes. "Isn't nap time ending soon?" he remarked, returning back to try and block Jimmy from shooting.

"Whatever." Arlee said, before running out of the court and into the halls to find her next interviewee.

It didn't take Arlee that long to track down another possible person for a reasonable interview. This time, her candidate of choice had been Liberty Van Zandt. Ashley's running mate, knowledgable, very headstrong and outspoken, a possible future valedictorian. She'd been posing with a couple students when Arlee initially approached, and told them all to immediately scatter when she noticed a camera in her midst. "What do you think about JT, a seventh grader, running for president ?"

Liberty let out the harshest scoff known to man at the news. "A grade 7 running for president ? I wouldn't be caught dead voting for him."  As a ploy to obviously draw further attention to her and Ashley's joint campaign for office, she started to trail over to one of the gigantic posters of Ashley's face that was plastered  onto a notice board. "Besides, I think Ashley and I, Liberty Van Zandt, will make an excellent team."

Later, Arlee then found another one of her friends wandering the halls. Emma.

She had been hovering outside the media immersion classroom reading one of the pamphlets for an New Eco-Club initiative. A initiative that Arlee knew she would jump on without question sometime in the future. "Em."

At the sound of Arlee's voice suddenly springing from her side, Emma sharply turned around. "Interview, can I talk to you?"

Thankfully, she was quick to agree. "Yeah, totally, I defiently have a lot to say about this."

Without wasting anytime, Arlee followed her normal procedure and aligned the camera in focus with Emma's face. "Good things I hope."

"Of course."

"Go."

"Personally, I think it's great," she began, arms crossing to her chest. "Grade 7's have just as much right to run for school president as anyone, I'm voting JT."

Arlee was almost out of breath at this point, constantly chasing people up and down whilst lugging a huge 'expensive' camera under her arm. She was ready to give up when someone suddenly tapped on her shoulder, slightly startling the girl as she drank from the water fountain.

When she turned, Arlee met the partially intimidating gaze of a girl and her even stronger body misted perfume. Definitely one of the cool girls, she had no doubts about it."Uhm, excuse me ?" she moved closer to Arlee, "You're the girl making the movie, right ?"

"A short documentary," Arlee corrected, tone lowering slightly. "And yes, I am."

A pleased smile flickered upon her soft blushed applied cheeks. "Well I want to be in it."

Arlee hiked her brows, wiping the small water driplets from her mouth that had refused to leave, " Cool," she picked up her camera and moved it into the frame of her. She'd already mastered the routine of get everything getting set up, so much so, that she didn't feel the need to signal this girl to start. "What are your thoughts on the election?"

She ran a hand through her already perfectly straight sun-kissed hair, her honey browns finding the lens on cue. " Hi, My name is Paige and of course Ashley's going to win today," she announced, pose interchanging to be more poised once Arlee zoomed outwards. Paige Michealchck. She'd heared Federico talk about a Paige before. Everything mostly good, or ending in the word hot. "Sure, some students may resent her for being perfect, but, Ashley always gets what she wants. So why would today be any different?"

Arlee lowered her camera to stop filming, figuring that Paige's small monologue would be a great place to stop. But, as her fingers traced the red button, The girl continued to speak whilst she lowered the pink jewelled glasses on the top of her head. "Actually, I'll tell you why today is different. See, I got these brand new sunglasses and I think they look rather nice with my outfit, don't you ?"

She could feel her arm already beginning to wobble, and her impatience growing immensely. "Oh, and my belt, please get a close up of the belt," Paige instructed, and begrudgingly, Arlee did as she was told. Zooming out then panning down to the white encrusted belt sat above her waistline.

Another set of useless footage, she thought. There was no way this was making the cut. But, if this would make Paige leave faster, then Arlee could handle getting a few more shots of her top. It was a pretty cute top. "Thanks, And my purse so everyone can see that I own it," the dark blonde girl pushed a clear box into the camera's lens. "What do I have in here? This, this isn't mine."

Her tolerance had officially reached its maximum capacity, "You know what, I think that's enough footage for today," she grumbled, turning of the camera and spinning around on her heel to walk away and not look back, "Thanks for the input though."

    "Hello ! I'm not done here ?"

Looking for a place to seek refuge from Paige Michealchck and her need to get as much camera attention as the main candidates, Arlee quickly slipped into the media immersion room. Luckily for her, she had also managed to catch JT and Toby in there at the same time too. "You guys didn't happen to see someone called Paige Michealchck around here at any point, did you ?"

JT turned his head towards his friend, "I think I saw her on the other side of of the school."

A non-existent weight was lifted from Arlee's shoulders upon hearing that. "Great, gives me time to recover." she placed the camera on top of a nearby CPU before she then took the chair beside Toby, rolling right next to him.

Toby's face lit up with excitement suddenly, "Look at this !" he shifted the computer in JT's eyeview. "JT's got as much support as Ashley !"

"No way." Arlee grinned, reading the 52 —48 score. With 52% belonging to JT and the other 48 belonging to Ash. She could've never imagined that it would actually work, let alone that well.

However, unlike his two friends, JT himself didn't seem to share in the good news of him dominating the polls at all. "It's just a stupid poll."

"This is before your speech," Toby replied, pushing the screen back to himself. "Forget Ashley, You're on the verge of making Degrassi history !" Both him and Arlee waited to see a spark of happiness creep in their friends face, but alas, they were only met with a confused stare and another shoulder shrug. " Are Arlee and me the ones who are excited here ?"

"I think that's just you buddy," JT mused, referring to the fact that he still believed Arlee was still only helping out for Simpson's extra credit. Which she was, for the most part. "And anyways, I thought the plan was to make her sweat."

"Exactly! The closer you come to beating her, the sweatier she gets," Toby encouraged, tone jumping an octave. Arlee could see it now, JT was right. This really was about way more than the election, this was personal. But all's fair in love and war, right ?

"Yeah, well, I'm getting pretty sweaty too. Because if I win this thing, I'll have to do a lot of work."

"Real mature."  Hazel mused from behind Federico whilst she observed him stealthily trying to deface one of JT's posters by drawing a messily scribed moustache onto his face. So far, from his consensus, the new battle between Ashley and JT Yorke was somewhat neck-a-neck. Ashley had people on side with her, such as Jimmy and Terri, and Paige to some degree, because she was Ashley. Everyone loved Ashley.

As for JT, well, apart from a couple Grade 7's ( which obviously included Arlee ) Federico hadn't really seen the surge in hope for his campaign.

Federico pivoted his frame to face her, a small grin billowing on the cusp of his lips.  "What? I see a pen, I see a poster, I draw a moustache." In the buzzing height of it all, he turned right back around to continue before sealing the cap on his sharpy and taking a step aback to bask in his handiwork. "See, Art."

"See....Raditch." Hazel pointed out suddenly. Federico, understandably confused, turned to either end of the caf till she motioned her decor ring cladded finger over to the entryway where the man in question was idling. Stoic as ever, he'd pulled down a couple posters from off the wall that Federico and Spinner had christened with a couple doodles earlier.

His eyes winded slightly. "Where'd he come from?"

Playfully rolling her eyes, Hazel handed Federico her lunch to hold and delicately plucked the Sharpie from his grip when Mr.Raditch started to walk in the direction. She took her lunch back again, placed it on her tray, and started to head over to their designated spot in the far corner of the cafeteria where the others were already crowded around. "You're welcome."

He sent a faux thankful look in Hazel's path as he set his brown paper baggie of assorted snacks down beside Paige. "So, who's got your vote Michealchck?"

"Obviously Ash." Paige solidified, her gaze casting over to one of the posters that were hanging across the caf.  "I mean, A grade 7 running for class president? Oh please."

"I dunno, it could be pretty interesting." answered Federico earnestly, stabbing his fork prong into a couple of the stale fries on his plate. "I know him, he's pretty funny once you look past the dorkiness. Got a real good sense of humour." He took a bite from his food. "That'll probably win some people over, and there's the whole new kid at a new school thing. Relatability's all the rage."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." muttered Ashley exasperatedly from her end of the table.

A mass amount of realisation dawned to Federico all at once. "No, I didn't....you're obviously gonna win, no doubt about it. What I don't get is why he wants to run."

"It's just Toby's lame attempt to mess with my life." She excused, picking at her strictly greens lunch. "He got his friend to run."

"It's not like it'll actually work." Terri encouraged, optimism infiltrating her tone.

Jimmy slung his arm around Ashley
attentively. "Who'd vote for some nobody dork over the coolest girl in school anyway?"

Federico ate the last portion of his fries and swallowed down any form of opinions that he had left with it. Paige observed the way he'd clammed up slyly, and waited till he had stood up to throw his waste away to subtly bring up his change of attitude in conversation. "You don't have to lie you know."

He scraped the liquidated condensation of peas that were still on his plate, a furrow deepening between his brows. "About what?"

"Duh, backing Ash." firmed Paige. It was like she was digging for some sort of, griping for something. A good thing, A bad thing, an 'I think you're trying to air on the side of caution' kind of thing. It was obvious that she too also shared a similar opinion on Ashley's striving climb to the summit, but didn't feel the inclination to outwardly admit that.

"Just like you were you mean?"

His concentration still remained on anywhere else but here. Although he could clearly sense that the echoed dig had throw her off her trail, a little. Whatever trail she was trying to follow through with. "Okay, I'm doing it because I'm her friend. It's my obligation or whatever. But you—"

"Are friends with Jimmy." Federico cut her off rather delicately and moved over to the corner bay to discard his cutlery onto the piling utensils that were already growing, Paige still at his side.

She adjusted the strappy translucent handbag that had been dangling on her shoulder. "And when he jumps, you say how high, right?"

Finally, he gave her his undivided attention. "No." An airy laugh traipsed at Federico's mouth, it flatline when he realised that it didn't help matters. "But am I gonna vote for some Grade 7 kid as well? Not likely. It's just an election for a position that doesn't really even have any power. I mean, we all know who really calls the shots around here."

The pair soon departed the cafeteria together and descended back into the slightly vacant corridor. The first bell signalling the start of third period bellowed out loudly, but urgency was the last thing on both Paige and Federico's minds.  "Don't say anything, but I'm kind of getting sick of Ash and her constant high brow bravado "

    Federico was stumped by an innocuous tundra of confusion right there on the spot. "Bravado?"

"Always being the best at like, everything all the time." clarified Paige. "Who's at the top of the class? Ash, Who's the teacher's number one favourite? Ash, If there's a cause don't worry about it...because Ashley's gonna be there to put her face on the front of it. Who knows, maybe she'll find a cure for cancer down the line."

She had ended her tangent filled speech with a parting sigh and Federico was quick to take note of her sudden burst of inward discernment when they both stopped in the centre of the hallway, their respective classrooms on either end. "Sounds to me like you're a little jealous there Paige."

A supple scoff ejected huskily from Paige at the accusation. She didn't get jealous people, she was the one people got jealous over. "As if."

With that, she made her untimely exit over to her World History class, her wedges clomping against the tiling, Federico parting to Math with Mr.Armstrong.

The last stages of the campaign had finally dawned, speeches. Arlee couldn't wait to hear what both, but mainly JT, had to talk about and pledge to the whole student body up on stage as her, Emma, and Manny approached the gymnasium.

Thankfully, she'd managed to convince another student to help her tape the last big portion of the election. And as a compromise ( or a small bribe ); that said person would get their name credited to the project. Even though she did mostly all the real work.

"Once the elections are over, I head straight home," Manny voiced to the two girls as they entered the hall.

"And avoid Spinner," Emma mentioned, and as if it were by coincidence ( or sheer bad luck ), he entered the hall from behind the girls, and blew a spitball at the back of Manny's head.

Manny stopped in tracks. "Ow." her bottom lip began to quiver as she grabbed the back of her neck, whilst imitating fake whimpering sounds. It was so believable, that Arlee almost asked if she was alright, before realising her friends shtick.

"Oh great. Now look what you've done," Emma scolded, throwing daggers at the boy with her glare.

"Nice one stupid." Arlee added with a twinge of sarcasm.

Spinner threw his hands up in defense, dropping his other paper ball in course. "I was just kidding around."

"Wow, that's so cool." A girl passing by commented in Spinner's direction, a scoff trailing her lips.    "Making a 7th grade girl cry."

" Look, I didn't mean to make her cry," Spinner rubbed the palm of his hand on his head in circular motions whilst he watched Manny sob on the floor. His eyes shifted to Arlee's once more, "Honestly, you've gotta believe me"

"Well you did. Congratulations," Emma retorted instead, before the 8th grade boy then hung his head down and quickly darted off down the hall. "It's okay Manny, he's gone."

Once the coast was clear, Manny's whimpering stopped and her dampened features were replaced with a mischievous smirk. "Nice job with the tears," Emma voiced, her own features replicating her friends.

Manny clutched her books to her chest. "I knew it would work," she replied. "Always does on my brother."

Arlee placed a hand against her shoulder. "Well please, teach me your ways."

Liberty's speech had been going on for a total of 30 minutes, with 5 minute intervals inbetween that were dedicated to sub-topics that had nothing to do with Ashley's campaign.

Arlee's eyes felt heavy, more so than ever before. And occasionally, she drifted into a mini-slumber until Emma lightly kicked the back of her chair so she could focus. Not that she needed to focus anyways, she was only here to see what JT was going to do. Because according to Toby, he'd been bribed to quit the race for good.

"And in conclusion, I promise that if elected, I, Liberty Van Zandt, will fulfill my responsibilities as student council secretary with enthusiasm and even more enthusiasm. Thank you," with those closing words, the gymnasium was momentarily engulfed with claps from the whole school. Clapping that was either for her great delivery or their relief that it had ended.

Once the applause had died down, Mr Raditch stepped onto the stage, mic in hand. "Thank you very much, Liberty, for that enthusiasm," he turned to give the Van Zandt girl a friendly smile before facing the audience again. "Next up, our two candidates for school president. Each will have 3 minutes to deliver their speeches and we will begin with, JT Yorke."

Arlee made sure to make her clap the loudest as JT approached the mic, throwing a thumbs up for moral support before he began to speak. "Ladies and gentlemen it's been a long year," he looked to all the students with a confidence that Arlee only yearned for. "You need something to laugh at. Now if I could just say a few words about my presidential platform, this speech would be a whole lot shorter."

JT took the mic off of it's stand to bring it closer towards his face. "But seriously, if there's one thing I've learned in my zero years of political experience, well...it's nothing."

He had the audience hooked. "She's got the looks, she's got the brains, she's got everything," Arlee watched both Ashley and Mr Raditch's features flicker into states of utter confusion, as did hers, whilst JT took a pause in his words for dramatic effect. "Don't pity her, pity me. Oh, and by the way, I quit the race for school prez. Vote Ashley."

As JT finished his speech, he turned to walk back to the vacant chair beside Ashley, but he didn't fail to clarify that he was infact dropping out of the race. And that everyone should all cast their votes to Ashley instead.

Mr Raditch threw him a puzzled look before he addressed the audience again. "Well, that was rather interesting. JT, you sure ?" his gaze trailed back to JT's, who gave him a confident head nod. "Well, I think we'd like the hear what Ashley has to say."

Arlee quickly turned to her side to politely take the camcorder back from the boy who'd she generously bribed to film the rest herself. This was going to be great. A day for the history books.

ronnie's notes. bam! and just like that, episode 3 is officially done and dusted. I wrote parts of this over a year ago, jan 2022, and I basically tried to work around what I already had done and what I wanted to change, hence the...messiness. next episode is the school dance one, and i am for sure intending to explore the pairing between two particular people. any guesses?