this wasn’t the plan, it was only a problem
Student President elections were being held. Surprisingly, nobody was volunteering. Whatever the reason, Pencil didn’t care. She saw this as an easy opportunity to gain power and praise.
Her scheme to receive power over the student body was ruined when her nemesis volunteered to participate in the election.
Their rivalry began when Pencil received a grade two percent higher than GB on their science exam back in middle school. Since then, they’ve been constantly fighting for the top. First and second place were always occupied with their names during exam results.
However, outside of academics, Pencil was better than her in every way. She’s the prettiest girl of her grade, receiving multiple love letters on a weekly basis, has countless friends and is the captain of both the basketball and volleyball teams. Contrary to Golf Ball, who is the epitome of a loser.
The creator of the science loser club, a social outcast, wears a terrible bob cut, has less than two friends, and an individual who thought wearing a lab coat over their uniform was considered stylish. Her mere existence was unbearable!
So how this imbecile won the title of student president over someone as magnificent as herself would forever be a mystery to Pencil.
“ Her?? Over me?! Unbelievable!” Pencil shrieked shortly after the results of the election were announced. “I demand a recount!”
“My counting abilities are perfectly fine! Just do better next time.” Mr. Four states. Pencil despised him.
Fries scoffed. “I wouldn’t have voted for any of you if I had the choice, but, Golf Ball is just slightly more tolerable.” The majority of the class hummed in agreement. Despicable!
Pencil fumed in anger. “You cannot be serious!”
“We voted for you, if that makes you feel a bit better..!” Match said, her other companions nodding in agreement. It did not make her feel better.
“Don’t be a sore loser, Pencil. It is shameful!” The gray bob headed girl exclaimed. Golf Ball stood on a pedestal at the front of the class, too short to reach the lecture table. Pencil would have laughed if she wasn’t fuming with anger at the moment.
She scrunched her brows. “Don’t act so righteous now, GB. You’d act the same way as me if I were the one standing there!”
“I would not! Unlike you, I am capable of controlling my emotions!” Golf Ball retorted.
Pencil scoffed. “I’m not even going to attempt to deal with your behaviour. All of you have fun with Golf Ball as president.”
She stomped out of the classroom and headed towards the bathroom.
“She’ll get over it.” Pencil heard the teacher say.
Her face flushed when she realized what she had just done. Drenching her face with tap water wouldn’t wash away the shame.
Her fabricated ego was severely damaged, causing her to make a fool of herself in front of her entire class. It was all because of her !
A brilliant idea formed in Pencil’s head. If she gained intel on Golf Ball, she could blackmail her and prove to her class she was the worthy candidate. It was a flawless plan.
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Things about Golf Ball, BLACKMAIL PURPOSES ONLY!!
- Hilariously terrible at PE
“You’ll be lifting weights for the first fifteen minutes, and we’ll play a nice game of dodgeball for the rest of the class! Get going!!” Mr. Fourteen instructed.
Pencil leaned against the wall alongside her friend Ruby, lifting a medium sized dumbbell with one arm. Fortunately, Ruby did not mention her humiliating outburst nor her unfair loss.
“I heard Bracelety created Ice Cube fan shirts!” Ruby said. “Not sure if I should admire the dedication or be afraid of it! Hm, maybe I could do both.”
Pencil scoffed. “She’s borderline obsessed. I thought she’d grow out of it after ninth year. I’m beginning to grow concerned for our dear friend.”
“Eh. I mean, Ice Cube seems to enjoy it.” Ruby said cheerfully, switching her dumbbells for heavier ones, which her muscles failed to endure. “Ughh! I thought I’d be able to carry forty five pounds by now!”
She stole the weight from Ruby before she hurt herself. It was lightweight for the orange haired girl.
“Don’t worry too much, I mean— look at Golf Ball, she can’t even carry twenty five.” She gestured to GB at the other side of the gym, struggling to lift even the smallest of weights. Her failure caused a small giggle to leave her lips.
“Huh. You’re right!” Ruby exclaimed.
If the class wasn’t graded based solely off of participation, Golf Ball would most likely be failing.
They transitioned to a dodgeball game. Pencil cared little about the game, but her male peers always got so.. unnecessarily competitive.
Mr. Fourteen allowed them to choose their own teams, causing all the guys children to form their own team. Just great.
“We are going to beat your asses!” Snowball shouted confidently, his team chanting behind him. Pencil wished she could smack him in the face with one of the many colored balls on the ground, but even she acknowledged his superior strength over her.
Blocky threw a dodgeball at one of Pencil’s teammates, immediately eliminating them. They didn’t even try!
No matter how many dodgeballs her team launched at their opponents, they weren’t able to take out more than one of them.
“T-That was just luck!” Eraser exclaimed as he trudged towards the bench. Pin, the person responsible for his departure, stuck her tongue out at him. Huh, maybe she was capable of being useful.
Eraser’s furious remark caught her off guard, and only realized she was a target after the ball was mere inches away from her face. Suddenly, her vision was clouded by red hair.
“Headshots shouldn’t count!” Golf Ball exclaimed. Behind her, Donut became another one of the opposing team's victims. “You fool! No!”
“I mean, it wouldn’t— but her nose is bleeding right now, so.” The teachers at this school had no empathy at all.
Ruby placed her head on Pencil’s lap, staring at her with an exaggerated solemn look. “I’ll always sacrifice myself for you, Pencil!”
“It’s a dodgeball game, Ruby.” Pencil said bluntly. “Nonetheless, your sacrifice will not be in vain!”
Unfortunately, Ruby’s sacrifice wasn’t enough to salvage their team. Near the twenty minute mark, the only people to remain on Pencil’s team were her, and Golf Ball.
“ You?? We should just accept defeat at this point.” Pencil remarked.
“Bold to assume your ego would let you.” Golf Ball uttered.
Golf Ball’s statement immediately fueled her anger. Pencil grabbed the gray headed girl by the shirt furiously. “Insult me again, and I will—“
She felt the sudden strike of the ball by her hip. Her failure was, once again, caused by Golf Ball. She shoved the perpetrator from her grasp and turned away. “Y-You better make up for that, Bossy Bot!”
Golf Ball huffed before picking up a ball off the ground. “Your reign ends now! ”
The short haired girl attempted to hurl a ball towards Snowball, however, her throw was so incredibly weak it wasn’t able to cross the line that seperated the two teams. The ball rolled over to Snowball and he eliminated her with a casual strike.
Golf Ball sank to the ground in shame as Donut ran to her aid. “That.. that wasn’t too bad, GB.”
“Cut the pity, Donut.” Golf Ball said flatly.
Pencil ran towards her, Ruby trailing behind. How this girl was able to push her buttons three times today was a mystery. “That was terrible! What kind of throw was that?! I’ve seen a toddler throw a ball better than you!”
“Knock it off, Pencil! You didn’t hit anyone either, you’re no better!” Exclaimed Donut. She ignored the fact he was correct.
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After the school day finally concluded, Match asked Pencil to retrieve her brooch that she left in her locker. Just when she thought she could have a break. Why was it in her locker anyway, and not her own?
On the way to her locker, she finished writing her first blackmail worthy fact on a paper when she stumbled upon Golf Ball attempting to.. throw herself down the stairs?
“What the fuck?” Pencil said. Golf Ball flushed beet red due to being caught. “Tired of being student president already?”
“Don’t be a jerk, Pencil. What I’m doing is none of your business.” She stomped upwards to try again. (Pencil assumed.)
“Are you trying to kill yourself? Great, let me help.” Pencil quipped.
“How’d you even get to that conclusion?? Of course not! And even if I was, you’d be the last person I’d ask for help!” Golf Ball retorted. “Ugh. I am… I am attempting to break my arm.”
Pencil blinked. “This isn’t going to get you out of being student president, Bozo Bot. I’d say just give the position to me—“
“How does that correlate to anything I just said!?” Golf Ball rubbed the bridge of her nose. Annoying her was one of Pencil’s greatest forms of entertainment. “On the contrary, actually. I am simply doing this to get the science and robotics club off my back to focus on student presidency for a few weeks. Both clubs require both arms.”
“Don’t worry, you’re probably the only member in those stupid clubs anyway. It wouldn’t be necessary.” Pencil said bluntly.
“That is not true! Multiple people attend my clubs on a regular basis!” Countered Golf Ball.
“I can’t believe you’re failing at breaking your arm.”
Golf Ball grumbled. “It is not an easy task!”
“Fine. I’ll help.” An opportunity to push her arch nemesis down some stairs? Pencil wouldn’t deny that offer even if a billion dollars were on the line.
“Okay. Ready?” Pencil asked.
“Uh—“
She aggressively shoved her down the flight of stairs.
Curious to see if it was effective, she quickly went to check on her.Golf Ball’s arm was a sickly shade of purple, it’s proportions were abnormal. Pencil winced at the sight.
“You don’t—! I wasn’t even—“
“You wanted a broken arm, you got the broken arm. Plus, I needed to get back at you for that terrible dodgeball game.” Pencil couldn’t resist a small smirk.
Golf Ball huffed. “Whatever. At least you’re good for something, for once.”
“I’m never helping you break your arm again.”
Pencil could have walked away. She should have walked away. But she could feel the pain despite not being injured, she felt bad . Also, it would be terrible for her reputation if word got around regarding the abandonment of an injured peer.
So she did the most abnormal thing ever. She offered her own enemy a hand. “Get off that dirty ass ground, Bozo Brain.”
Golf Ball blinked— too shocked to even make an insulting remark or accept the kind offer for help. Insulted, she took back her hand. Or, she was going to take back her hand, but Golf Balls’ hand was already intertwined with hers.
Pencil may have gotten herself into an inescapable conundrum.