Frankie won.
Just kidding. It was Gareth who actually won the elec—kidding again.
For real this time: I won the election.
The debate went down like expected, with Frankie suddenly becoming rattled with all the new questions she didn’t prepare for that were coming at her. This made the battle more focused on Gareth and I—the only two who actually had something substantial to contribute to the topics. Thankfully, the two of us had spent years of our lives competing against each other, so at least that wasn’t new territory.
After the debate, the polls shifted so quickly. From having a near third of the votes, Frankie’s supporters moved to either me or Gareth, and it stayed that way until the election itself. So, when I received a call that woke me up the next morning, it wasn’t really
