Lights! Cameras! Election?

Outside was a beautiful bliss. The sun shone brightly and a blue sky pecked with wisps of clouds was set as the canvas for soaring birds. Only one thing could describe this I thought a Beautiful Bliss. All my attention was focused on the sight through my classroom window. Beams of light traveled through the window and were only interrupted by its white window panes, partially illuminating the classroom. When I had pulled my attention away from sight outside, I noticed chatter and laughter had filled the large classroom. Conversations spread through the room like wildfire. Strangely, most talks were about whom they were going vote for in the election. This was strange because the room was occupied entirely of 5th graders who couldnt even the name the Vice President. Yeah, even I couldnt . Even stranger, was that there were no adults at all in the classroom. Yet, even though our classroom was full of 5th graders with short attention spans, we didnt burn anything down I think. In fact, mostly everyone was on topic, discussing who to vote for Mayor and all that. The discussions from the students went something along the lines of Ill vote him or No, Ill vote for her cuz she gave me cookies. I took no part in these discussions because my name was printed in black bold letters on the ballot. I was a candidate. I was running for Mayor. Of the 5th graders, that is. You, see The whole 5th grade was on a field trip to JA Biztown. We each had to pick jobs from a packet for the trip and I didnt even want to run for Mayor. To be honest, I remember thinking the job was stupid. I pondered about the job for a long while until I saw just how much a Mayor got paid. I was shocked. My eyes

bulged when I looked at my projected paycheck on the packet and it said $9.95 per hour. Some serious cash I thought in my head and that was when I decided to run for Mayor, five minutes before elections, and without a speech. I was sitting atop of my desk with a pencil and some paper, when Mark , one of my classmates, took notice of me and curiously asked what are you doing? He paused. Arent you a candidate? You should be over there. Mark pointed to the front of the classroom. He was right. There was a small group of candidates lined up front. Yeah, I know. Im trying to write my speech for the election. I responded.

Still? Wow elections are like in one minute. Mark said while gazing at the clock next to classroom door. Yeah. I know. Suddenly, the door was pushed open. Our teacher came in and got straight to work. She called out candidates names to read their speech. My heart was started to beat faster, as she called out names. Tim, youre up first. Then Tebow is after you. Last but not least, Zak. The 1st boy stepped onto the class podium. The boy, Tim, gave a nervous look at the crowd of 5th graders and teachers gathered before him. As Tim read his speech shakily, I scrambled to finish my speech. Up next was Tebow who gave a great speech but was boring overall. When he was done with his speech, my teacher locked my gaze and called me up next. I wasnt nervous because I had what no one else did. I had a slogan Vote for me, the best and smartest choice. It was this slogan I used throughout my speech. They ate that stuff up. I stepped down from the podium and awaited the results. My teacher called out the ballot results and I smiled. She called my name Zak is our new Mayor! and the class gave a round of applause.

We drove the buses from school to JA Biztown. I recalled being handed a nice dark green suit immediately upon entering Biztown, as a way to solidify my position as mayor of Biztown. Biztown was a mini little town with its own city hall, markets, stores and newspapers stands. My job was basically to be the boss of everyone. It was pretty easy work. I was interviewed by a professional teen reporter and camera crew. I was in awe that a teenage kid could be a professional interviewer. He was carried a microphone was questioning me about the being mayor and similar matters. When I was done, I left the kid reporter a check for $1 as a nice gesture for the interview. He told me to go to City Hall, where I would be interviewed for T.V. My eyes lit up Really!? I said He said Yes, just go to City Hall. So I went and I sat at my big desk in City Hall. Laid before me was a camera crew , I was asked some questions about my tenure as Mayor to which I gave some wordy answers. The camera crew handed me a script to read off to solve my wordy-ness. Problem solved, I left Biztown with a spot on T.V and most importantly, my paycheck.