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What a wimp, I scolded myself. I was crying in front of the whole school. I felt lame beyond the limits of lame. “A school where people do that is a school I want to represent.” I heard coming out of my mouth. “In the past, I’ve been at schools where people will just as gladly take your lunch money or leave you with a bruise as say hi. I signed up for student council, because thanks to you all, this is a school worth representing.” There was a large pause. It was clear I wasn’t done, but I felt the pause was necessary. A second tear was now rolling down from my second eye, despite me telling my inner self to get a grip. Unlike other speeches, no one was saying a word in the crowd. My speech had silenced them. “If you vote for me as your grade 9 rep, I can’t promise that I will fix every single thing you’ve told me. But I remember them, every single thing you’ve told me. And I can promise that I will fight like hell to make this school worthy of its students. If you guys can show me this strongly why you deserve the best, then you bet I will do anything I can to make sure this school becomes like its students – the best in the world.” It took Phil what felt like two whole minutes to asian stop half the crowd from continuously applauding as Matt helped me back to my seat. My hands were buried in my face now, and I wasn’t happy or confident to admit it, but I was now bawling my eyes out. Was it relief that it was over? Guilt that I was so lame as to cry during a speech? The past stress? I didn’t know. japanese All I knew was that was I now had both Matt and Megan supporting me as I produced enough tears to irrigate a rice field, and that Blondie was up. I didn’t pay much attention to him – I only learned later that he had bombed. Apparently he forgot his speech. I cumshot guess he should have made it up. Since candidates aren’t allowed to elect anyways, with Mr. Carrozza’s blessing, I spent the rest of the period in the washroom freshening up as everyone else in the school voted. I showed up to his room around the same time as everyone else left. Some people were congratulating me as they left. Others actually seemed ticked off. Apparently some students saw me crying and thought it was an act to get more votes, that I was faking it. At this point, though, I honestly didn’t care anymore. The voting was done, my speech was done, I never had to do anything like that again. As I picked up my backpack, Mr. Carrozza stopped me. “How did you know in your speech that those two were going to help you?” he asked. “Your experiment was a delightful success, but either you were lying or you were taking a great risk in knowing they would step to your aid if you wrote that on the weekend.” “Between us?” I asked Mr. Carrozza. He nodded. I looked around left and right, before amateur leaning in and Brunette whispering, “I never wrote a speech.” “Oh, my my my my.” Mr. Carrozza said to himself, collecting his thoughts. “Well I say, on the one hand, very well done!” “…On the other?” I asked him. It was one of the best sensations she had ever felt, and as soon asian as she caught her breath, she put both japanese hands around her father's neck and pulled him down for another kiss, sticking her tongue into his mouth just like he did to her. But that wasn't quite accurate. It was too drastic not to have been. The sound of traffic floated in from outside. If I timed it right she would amateur get the starter than the heavy 40 minutes later. Brunette His eyes widened cumshot in disbelief at my throwing dagger planted between his ribs and into his heart. This acted as strong reinforcement to the rest of the slaves. “Yes.” Patricia said with a gasp, “Take me… Mother.” It took him by surprise, and he looked over his shoulder to see if she was waving to someone else. "Okay, Sweetie, if it'll make you feel safer." Is this some kind of joke?” She swallowed it all before coming up for air and releasing my cock.