Chapter 18
“I call this meeting to disorder,” Vin said. He didn’t bang the gavel; he so totally was not in the mood. “Old business, as you know, last week, Charles cast a vote of no-confidence, which was seconded. So, elections. Yay.” He looked around the room, spotted Charles with two of his other friends. One of them, a freshman, nudged Charles and said something low. Charles grinned, wide and confident.
“This is my senior year,” Vin said, “and I’ll be graduating in the spring, or perhaps after summer school, depending on my final grade performance, so rather than make you all go through the election process twice—pointlessly, since there’s what, about two months in the semester? Whatevs. Anyway, I hereby step down. I’ll turn this meeting over to Ann-Marie, who is unbiased, as she’s gr
