Eric, the one with the short hair, was my 11th grade nemesis.
I covered my face and listened as the principal's voice fought through the speaker static, "This year's senior student body officers are as follows: Treasurer, Rita Hanks; Secretary, Megan Biggs; Vice President; Laurie Valroy..."
The new USB officers were all girls. What was Eric going to do with a room full of intelligent, smart, and talented girls? I belong in there. Pick me. Pick me, everyone. I hope you picked me--my last internal plea before the verdict was announced.
The principal paused, clearing his throat, "Ramona High's new student body president is...Katy Ballantyne!"
My class turned to look at me. One boy started clapping and the rest of the room joined in. I had won. I, Katy, had defeated The Eric Ferguson! But had it not been for mi Madre, I would have bowed out the day I came home crying. Word to mi Madre!
P.S. My homgurl said, referring to Eric's picture and all the trauma he caused, "Him, Mom? He looks like he's missing a tooth."
"He's not missing a tooth," I said. "It's just the way the picture looks. But the guy next to Eric is my friend Matt. He voted for me."
"That was high school, Mom. Why are you talking about it now?"