There were whispers around him as he walks down the hallway.

I can do this.

Ace bursts through the cafeteria doors, becoming one of the many students gathered in the cafeteria. Normally the large student population wouldn't be gathered in the same area at any given time, but today is special. The students of Trinity Academy cluster together then spread apart going to different people and exchanging bets.

Navigating through the labyrinth of tables in a sea of students, Ace sets his sight on an extraordinary group of kids sitting down at a table dead center of the rowdy students. They're sitting near the stage at the front of the cafeteria. He hopes they won't get hurt.

"Hey!" They wave at him. He smiles and scans the group of kids. However . . . he doesn't see her.

A wave of panic washes over Ace as his eyes frantically scan the crowd.

Where could she be? She promised me we'd get ice cream after this . . .

Someone grabs his shoulders and he tenses up.

"Ace? Are you ready?" It's only Mrs. Smith. He relaxes and nods his head.

I guess I'll do this without her.

Mrs. Smith walks up on stage and motions for Ace to follow her. The students make way for their headmistress and Ace as they march towards the center of the stand.

Ace sits down in one of three seats stationed on the stage. Mrs. Smith grabs a microphone, resulting the hellish screech of feedback that silences the rowdy students gathered in the cafeteria.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to thank you all for attending a monumental moment in the history of Trinity Academy. For years it has been a tradition to allow students to participate in our annual event which will determine not only a victor but a leader!"

Life's too complicated to understand. Just go with the flow and try to reach an endgame.

"Your chosen candidates are Angelica Bellamont, Ace Leonhart, and Cameron Nicholson!"

Ace smiles tiredly at the only other present candidate—his rival, his opponent, and his oh so secret crush. Society forbids them from dating, but destiny and fate are always rebels.

What a fucked up cliché this is.

So today's 12/12/12 and I just wanted to post something up and it's my first piece of writing up and I wanted to keep it short and sweet, so any constructive criticism and comments that would help me rule the world would really be helpful.

Golden Teddy Bear to the person who correctly guesses the design of the boxers Ace is wearing today.