My Fairytale Didn't End There...

The debate room was crowded, as always. They would put us in the cafeteria all together for us to practice, socialize and just get the judges and paperwork ready. I let out a nervous sigh. My school didn't offer debate or speech, so I was representing a school I wasn't really apart of. If I won anything, it would belong to the glory of another high school. It felt strange and awkward. Josh wrapped his arms around me from behind, I laughed and almost got pulled off the seat. His smile was infectious.

"All right! Are we ready to watch the debates?" He half-shouted half-laughed. I stood and said with a wink, "Why else would I wake up so early on a Saturday?"

Abby and Chelsey, two girls who should have been sisters, began to flick paper around, like footballs. One caught Abby in the eye and Cotie (our speech advisor) asked, "Does that count as a home-run?"

Chelsey was a blond bombshell. Her blond hair always fell perfectly, she was thin and perfectly shaped, yet her mind was incredible. Straight A's, the highest SAT score and even the fastest runner on track. She was the kind of girl guys fought over. She always turned them down, none of them were interesting enough for her. Abby, a goth without the make-up was also beautiful. Black hair, striking features and a spunky attitude that could inspire a movie like "Juno" without the pregnancy. Chelsey was the speech queen. Everyone was always enchanted by her words. Abby was a debate finalist. Not quite the top player, but if she got lucky, she took home trophies.

Mike, a nerd and geek who we all loved, studied his notes like they were the only thing keeping him from death. Which may have very well been true. He was a champion, but the judges ignored him often because of his constant pairing. He always got paired with the same people to debate and they were always the kind of people to debate dirty. Pretending like they didn't hear the question, or asking him to reword it so the timer runs out before he could make a point. It wasn't fair.

Josh, he was a speech man. He never won, but hearing him speak always caught my attention. He was always so full of energy. If he could bottle half of it, the energy drink company would be out of business in a week. Josh faked a foreign accent to sound like Dracula and it made me think of Valeriu. I wondered if I should have invited Valeriu along with me. He would have liked seeing this...