Past Election
The first one, Snow, has appeared as the strongest and most independent of all three characters since she benefited from a reputation of being a good student who also dedicated her free time helping others. However, looks are deceiving. People fail to realize that Snow struggles with issues within her peculiar family, in spite of being a rich and loving one.
While Snow’s popularity at school is one that any would wish for, Eight could be considered as one of the most despised students in the whole academy - people say that he is weird and unfriendly thos that tries to talk to him. Eight not only refuses to open himself to others, but he also repells the unlucky benefactors who try to become his friend. Thus people often regard him as someone who lives secluded inside his own mind and doesn’t want to make any effort to understand others. As a matter of fact, Eight might be the one who is paying the most attention around him, which he finds exhausting. What he is the most afraid of is to disapoint people. So, in order to avoid losing his temper while interacting with people, Eight took the habit of pushing people off so that he won’t disapoint anyone.
The last one member of the trio, You, has been part of a glittering group which has the honor of counting the captain of the soccer team and the ace of the tennis club as members! But although she is lucky enough to be part of this shiny society and looks like she is having the time of her life (can’t you hear her laughing at some jokes that their group is making at the back of the classroom, damn it, what is it that is so funny and I cannot be part of it), You reveals to lack assertion when it comes to push her own ideas and suggestions forward within her group and ends up following the wish of the other members of the group. You interacts with others on a regular basis, but she is not herself most of the time, which creates tension within her and pushes her to seek authenticity outside.
Three unrelated characters, unconsciously seeking for the same element, join a club whose public goal is to bring help to other students with any type of requests. What first comes as an inflicted task slowly becomes a moment that is yearned for everyday. Because they are not friends at first and think that the collaboration is temporary, these members, united by chance, interact genuinely and cooperate to satisfy the requests of the fellow students.
One year goes by in the blink of an eye, many students have exposed their issues to the members of the club. Although most tasks seem to be about concrete tasks that they fail to achieve, what often lies behind these technical issues are personal issues related to self-esteem, relationships with friends, confessing to the one you like, etc. While providing help and trying to understand their classmates, the members of the club discovered feelings that they had never experienced before.
These delicate feelings of an unclear nature will probably go unnoticed by all but the finest observer. Indeed, they hide inside each implied meaning, inside each question that was not asked, inside each forgotten word. Even though all will probably forget these insignificant emotions, there’s one character that will remember it all. And this character is me, the walls of the old classroom that was assigned for the activities of the club.
I’ve been the walls of an unused classroom for years, I’ll always remember the image of the three members coming after their classes had finished. They did not speak to each other. Snow, sitting by the window with her back facing the outside, would read a book. Eight, sitting on the other side of the long table, would also read the latest historical book. You, on the other hand, would be waiting in the middle of both while quietly swinging her head to the rhythm of a distant voice. At that time of the day, the sun would offer spectacles of magnificent dusks. Endless blazing afternoons waiting for the next group of students to come have carved stark impressions of their unspoken mutual recognitions within my memory.