Last 219 Days on Highschool

Chapter 20: The Smart President

And I am quite damn right! Wait-- what? Did I just mentally cussed just now? Gosh! The book didn’t necessary stated that learning how to cuss would be a good thing of living out the best of teenage years. But basing on my parent’s teaching, it was hundred percent bad, though I often heard some of our churchmates doing the same at times.

Pushing aside the thought about me cussing out in my head, I waited on what Van’s girlfriend will have to do. She was surprisingly with wit too, unlike my first impression on blondes who hooked up on public spaces. She can do sound argument.

“Let’s not forget that girl over there was your cousin, am I right?” she argued.

Some of the aspirants were now turning into each other to assess the situation and take sides as well. It was obvious as the clear sky that something was heating up between the president and the vice president of the club. Indifferent principles.

I just don’t know if that was actually inherent to aysha or was she just trying to make things harder for me and my cousin as well. Kent guy’s warning was indeed true in the first place.

She nod at her. “She is. Lalisa is a cousin of mine,” Shamcey admitted with a straight face. What was she planning to do by admitting the viable proof of possible involvement of personal concern on the deliberation.

‘Come on, Lisa, have a little faith on Shamcey. She would not make it to the top without an ace card on her sleeve,’ my mind reminded. Alright. It’s not like she would give her an easy fight.

Ayesha was smirking like a she already won. “Then, that settles the possible involvement of personal whims on your decision as a club president, Sham,” Van’s girlfriend concluded. She was about to speak more when Shamcey cut her off by raising one hand in the air to signal silence.

Right? The greatest advantage my cousin was her position. In the club, she was at the top of the food chain. She held the horn speaker on her mouth and speaks.

“Whether I have a relative nor friend on the aspirants, it doesn’t matter. Me being Shamcey as a cousin or as a friend was different from me being the club president. At this juncture, I am functioning as the latter, I would not put extra favor to the people I have personal connection with. I am acting on behalf of Charlie’s Angels Cheering Club, and I shall choose whoever is deserving and whoever is determined to learn…

“The main goal of holding a try out for every club was not to choose only the ‘already talented and skilled individuals’, but also those who are, by heart, willing and persistent to learn and work hard to have that potential they are lacking. That was, in the first place, the very purpose of clubs- to teach members and harness them into a better version of themselves.”

I literally felt an invisible hand caress my heart. There is no doubt, why Shamcey managed to reach this far. She had wisdom that transcends our age. That’s what perhaps what she learned by experience  as she had always been a class officers since elementary days.

That kind of learning I can hardly grasp on reading books alone…

I want to learn it now, even at least in the last 219 days in Highschool.

In short, Shamcey was looking not for individuals who already had the proficiency in cheerleading, but those who are teachable, contradicting with Ayesha’s search for prodigies.

It was needless to say that these two shares different view on one same thing.

My cousin obviously wins the argument but as to not cause unnecessary speculations and question on  her rationality as club president, I raised my hand to propose an idea. There is no way I would allow myself be the means of tarnishing her image.

I was suppose to be living the most of my teenage life, how can I possibly do it if I cannot handle myself properly by causing burden with people I care.

“If I may make a suggestion,” I asked their permission first to speak. Good manners was one thing I am good at, no doubt.

“Go on,” Shamcey answered. I looked at her eyes directly.

I know, I am not as skilled and talented just like Bella, but at least I am confident I memorized the steps properly. I had beaten my legs to have it as muscle memory already. I should prove my worth and clean up suspicion on my cousin’s name.

“Allow me to do a single audition first before proceeding to dual performance, given that my partner, Bella, had already done a solo performance herself,” I suggested.