One Year Ago,
Eleanora High Assembly Hall
The auditorium was grand and echoing, its vaulted ceiling humming with the low buzz of student voices. Banners bearing the school crest hung from marble pillars, fluttering slightly under the slow whir of ceiling fans. The scent of polished wood and anticipation was thick in the air.
Rows upon rows of students, dressed in matching navy uniforms, filled the seats. Whispers moved like waves across the room. Everyone had been waiting for this...the Student Council Presidential Debate. It was more than just a school tradition. It was the event that defined the social order for the year.
On the stage, three podiums were arranged in a wide arc.
At the left stood Tasha, the stunning brunette with long, silky hair cascading down her back, her eyes soft yet clear, full of conviction. She adjusted the mic with a quiet grace, her fingers trembling just slightly.
