Sold Out by Cheryl Crouch

Author:Cheryl Crouch
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Array
Publisher: Zonderkidz

chapter • 8

Tuesday

Latisha probably knew special access to her office would ease my pain about getting kicked out of practice. But best of all, the office gave Harmony, Mello, and me a place to hide away from all the comments about our wearing Makayla Simmons band T-shirts two days in a row. Wearing anything two days in a row pretty much breaks every law of fashion known to the human race — but shirts with her name on them? Blech!

So on Tuesday afternoon, I stood at the student council office doorway with Harmony and Mello. I fumbled for Latisha’s key, trying not to drop my armload of wooden stakes, metal spikes, and rope.

Mello eyed my supplies suspiciously. “I’m not sure what kind of advertising you’ve got in mind,” she said. “I thought we’d be making posters.”

“We are,” I assured her, handing her the stuff so I could open the door. “But of course they won’t be ordinary, blah posters.” I turned the key in the lock until I heard it click.

“I’ve never been in here,” Harmony said as we entered the room. We could tell it was just an ordinary classroom, but the walls were lined with chairman-of-the-board-type desks with officers’ names on them. Harmony stopped in front of the first desk. “Woo-hoo, this is where Chaz Keppler does his lofty work.”

Mello fiddled with a collection of Happy Meal toys next to the nameplate that read, Latisha Punch, Secretary. “Wow. This is, like, serious. I didn’t know student council members each get their own desk.”

“Only the officers do,” I corrected. “And get this, they don’t even call themselves student council. They shorten it so it sounds like, stu-co.”

Harmony laughed. “Thank you, Miss In-the-Know. So when do you plan to give interclub president Keppler the boot?”

“Chaz? He’s great. Why would I try to get rid of him?”

Mello crossed her arms and leaned back against Latisha’s desk. “Everyone’s talking about it, Trin. In one week you’ve done more to get the clubs involved and excited than Chaz has done in a year.”

“Oh, whatever.” Afraid my face might show how much the comment pleased me, I walked to the back of the room. “It looks like the supplies are back here. Let’s get started.”

“Trin’s ignoring us,” Mello said, following me. “She doesn’t want to be just interclub president. She’s holding out for the big-cheese title.”

Harmony blocked my path. She held her fingers up to frame my face. “How about Trin Adams, stu-co president? It fits. You’d do a great job running the whole school.”

Mello nodded. “You’d get the votes too. With this miracle you’re pulling off, the whole student body adores you.”

I wanted to ask for details. Tell me what you’re hearing. What wonderful things are people saying about me? Instead I said, “You’re very sweet, but I don’t want to be president. I don’t even want to be on stu-co. Look, they have poster board in every color. Let’s use silver.”

Harmony took the pieces I handed her. “At least tell us what it feels like to be everyone’s favorite person.

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