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Heather Grant arrived at school early Friday morning. She was running for Woodrow Wilson High Student Council President. She was pretty sure she would win. She had won Wilson's beauty pageant her sophomore year, and had been voted class favorite three years in a row. She was immensely popular, was co-captain of the cheerleading squad, student council senator, French Club President, and had made the homecoming court. Her only competition was Amanda Freely, another junior. Amanda was ranked number one in her class in GPA, was head of the debating team, Charity Club President, Math Club Vice President, and member of the National Honor Society. Amanda was intelligent and ambitious, but Heather knew Amanda was not nearly as popular as she was, but she feared the vote would be close. "Damn nerds!" Heather muttered as she entered the school. She was thinking about the kids she was almost sure would vote for Amanda. She herself refused to court the "nerd vote."
Heather had arrived early to put up few more campaign posters and beam her perfect smile at the other students as they arrived. After she put up her posters near the entrances, she went into the restroom to check her appearance. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her thick, blonde, shoulder length hair has perfect, not a strand out of place. She had chosen a grayish blue eye shadow that she thought brought out her blue eyes. Her pale red lipstick was perfect. She stepped back to get a better view of her upper body. She wore dark gray slacks with a matching vest and blazer and a steel gray silk blouse. She had a large round button that had a picture of her smiling face and the words "Go with Grant!" around the picture. She buttoned her blazer and pulled it down to straighten it. She smiled at how perfect she looked then walked back into the hall.
More and more kids showed up by the minute. They went to their lockers, milled around in the hallways, or hung outside on the entrance steps. Heather went to meet her friends by the west entrance. That is where the "in crowd" hung out before school. As she walked down the hall, beaming a fake smile at people she did not know and did not want to know, she saw Elly Fouke heading her way. Elly was Amanda's best friend and was a plain looking bookworm like Amanda. Heather smirked at Elly. Elly was swinging a small stopwatch from a pendant. She smiled broadly at Heather. Heather sneered at Elly and walked on. Heather noticed some whispering and giggling coming from behind her back. She turned and saw a few people smiling and staring at her. She turned back and wondered what the deal was.
Her friends were already gathered outside the west entrance. Her best friend Kelly was the first to greet her, "Hey, Heather, you think you'll pick up more votes walking around with your fly open?"
Heather looked down and sure enough, her fly was wide open, giving her friends a view of her royal blue panties. "Damnit," she muttered as she zipped up. She walked down the steps and up to her boyfriend Alec. They hugged.
"Uh, what's this?" said Alec as she felt a piece of paper on Heather's back. He pulled it off and looked at it. It was a piece of notebook paper with a strip of tape on it. The paper read, "Still Wetting My Bed!"
"Give me that!" Heather said. She grabbed it from Alec, read it, crumpled it up, and threw it on the ground. Her other friends snickered to themselves. The group chatted until the bell rang for first period. Heather strolled into her first period algebra II class while beaming a false smile at the would be voters. She noticed some were snickering at her and looking at her crotch. She looked down to see her fly was wide open again. She cursed under her breath and zipped up. She sat in her desk, which was front row center of the class. She sat back and heard the crumple of paper. She reached around to her back and pulled off a piece of paper that had been taped there. It read, "I love my Vibrator!" Heather angrily crumpled up the paper while she heard the snickering coming from behind her. "Who the fuck is doing this?" she wondered to herself. She wracked her brain trying to remember if anyone had patted her on the back, but she could not recall. The rest of the class was a nightmare. Heather's pencil leads kept breaking. The teacher became annoyed with Heather constantly sharpening her pencil.
As Heather walked from her first period class to her second, she kept checking her back for more signs and to see if her zipper was up. Second period went by without incident. Third period was cancelled due to the election assembly in the auditorium where the candidates for various offices were to give their speeches. The speeches of the two candidates for president would be last. On her way to the assembly, Heather ducked into the girls' restroom to touch up her make-up. She arrived at the assembly and sat in the front row next to Amanda.
When it came time for the candidates for president to speak, Amanda and Heather walked up on stage to take their seats. When Heather went to sit down, she somehow missed her seat. She sat on the very edge then slipped off and landed hard on her ass. She got up and tried not to sneer at the laughing audience. She dusted off her backside and sat down. Freely comes alphabetically before Grant, so Amanda spoke first. She gave an eloquent three-minute speech about students' rights and privileges she wanted to see expanded. When she was finished, it was Heather's turn. As she strolled to the podium, someone in the audience yelled, "Your fly's open!" Sure enough, as Heather looked down at her crotch, her fly was wide open again. She angrily zipped up. She took out her note cards and began her speech. She had the note cards for assurance as she had her speech memorized. She placed the cards on the podium. She greeted the audience and introduced herself she began her speech and glanced down at the fist note card. It read, "Heather molests farm animals!" in large black letters. Heather's eyes bulged slightly and she lost her place in her speech. She regained her senses and continued. She flipped the first card to the bottom of the pile. The next card read, "Heather blows junior high cock!"
Heather's temperature rose and she began to sweat. She stammered through her speech, constantly saying "uh," and "um." Her time at the podium seemed to stretch on forever. Finally, she finished her speech and went back to her chair, which she missed again, falling on her ass to the laughter of the students.
The assembly ended as lunch period began. The voting took place during lunch. Heather met up with her friends in the cafeteria. She sat down and looked glumly at the table, "This has to be the absolute worst day of my life!" she groaned, "And who the fuck keeps playing the pranks on me!" She slammed the note cards on the table.
Her friends read through the cards and tried hard not to laugh. "Uh, Heather, what's with all the make-up?" Asked her friend Tamara.
"What do you mean?" asked Heather. She had just touched up her make-up before the assembly. She pulled out her compact mirror and looked at herself. She had dark lines of eyeliner extending from each eye making her look like an extra from a Cleopatra movie. She also had large amounts of rouge angled down from her cheekbones to her mouth. "What the fuck?!" She quickly tried to re-do her make-up. "I didn't fucking do this!"
"Well, if you didn't," said Kelly, "who did?"
"I...I don't know, but something fucking weird is going on. Someone keeps putting signs on my back, my fly keeps coming open, someone took my note cards out of my pocket and replaced them with those and now this."
"How could someone put make-up on you without you knowing it?" asked Alec.
"How the hell should I know?!" Heather fumed.
"Yeah, and what was with you falling off your chair up there?" asked Kelly, "it looked like you were drunk."
"Heather's face grew red with anger. "Look, I told you guys I don't know what the fuck is going on, ok." She said with her jaws clenched. Once her make-up was fixed, she and her friends went to vote. Heather made sure Kelly stayed behind her to make sure no one put any signs on her back. Heather then strolled around the school's inner compound where most of the students gathered during lunch. As she greeted people, she grew tired of questions about her falling off her chair and her make-up, so she decided to head to a table with her friends and wait for the end of lunch. As they walked to the table, Tamara pulled a sign on Kelly's back. The sign read, "Heather Grant wets her pants!" Heather grabbed the sign and tore it to shreds.
The rest of the day for Heather did not get any better. She strolled out of the restroom after lunch and walked all the way down the hall before someone told her she had a four-foot strand of toilet paper hanging out of the waistband of her pants. She found her fly wide open two more times, and had to endure fifth hour with a very irritating wedgie that seemed to come from nowhere. At the end of the day, the election results were announced. Amanda Freely had won. "Great!" thought Heather, "Just when my day couldn't get any worse!" The final bell rang and as heather headed into the hall, her pants fell to her ankles.