THE GAMEBOARD EXPANDS
POV: Ayoola Davis --- Campaign season cracked open like thunder. It began with flyers on the walls. Then posters. Then sponsored muffins passed out in the cafeteria by overzealous juniors. Nate’s team — our team — had deep pockets and prettier colors. Christopher’s team had sharper words and cleaner plans. Both sides started gathering their circles. But Nate wanted more than school whispers. He wanted presence. So, on Thursday afternoon, he leaned close and said, “I’ve arranged something.” “What?” I asked. “A space,” he replied. “For the campaign. Off-campus. Ours.” I raised a brow. “Off-campus?” He smiled. --- He wasn’t lying. Saturday morning, a school bus picked up ten of us — including Zainab, Esther, two SS3 students, and a few of Nate’s loyal entourage — and dropped us
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