POV: Ayoola Davis --- The auditorium felt different that day. Charged. Everyone knew this wouldn't be a normal student forum - not with Bianca and me set to speak. Not with our names already whispered through hallways like storm warnings. The crowd arrived early, murmurs spreading as students took their seats. Teachers lined the walls with narrowed eyes. Even the principal came, folding her hands with the same expression she wore during board inspections. Bianca stood at the far end of the stage, poised, polished, campaign sash glinting beneath the lights. Her curls were pinned perfectly, lips painted with calm confidence. I stood at the other end, hands behind me, my navy vest with "N&A 2025" stitched boldly across the chest. When the student host handed Bianca the mic, she didn't h
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