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[indent][center][b][color=#b580f7][i]January 26, 2018. Dear Diary.[/i] [/color][/b][/center]
[color=#ffffff]Ilyana Powers [/color]rushed down the chaos of the halls where the kids talked about the sudden elections and who they might vote for. There were flyers and posters everywhere. Vote for her! Vote for him! Vote for the dream! Who would’ve thought being part of student council was this mainstream? The candidates for president were as followed: Becca Helmsley, Emmy-Lou Waters, and Steven “Yung Steve” Chen. She honestly didn’t know who she’d vote for. They were all so different. So maybe, after seeing their little video on the Morning Show with their running mate, she would. 

[center][b][color=#b580f7][i]Things have changed so much since HOT stopped walking the halls together! And I’m over here drowning myself in school activities so I don’t have to see Shiloh and talk about the kiss (still). That was so weird of me! Blame it on the high.[/i][/color][/b][/center]
Her Etsy was discovered by a theater kid and she was demandingly asked to make all the costumes for the spring play but she couldn’t do it all by herself, so she needed to ask for HELP. They tried to get her to participate in the play as well, but that was asking way too much of her. She’d make them pretty and go to every practice, memorizing everything, but not be on the stage. Sounded like a perfect way to use her time.  They were doing a circus musical and since she was skilled with her hands, she would be in charge of set design too. 

[center][b][color=#b580f7][i]Anyways, The Morning Show gets cooler and cooler each week. Bigger and better. And there’s a newfound confidence in Riley that there never was before.[/i] He seems pretty happy which makes me happy for him! And that’s saying something since he’s still an edgelord. [/color][/b][/center]

[center][b][i][color=#b580f7]The first paper since Trixie’s fall was about self help and sports. For sports, Justin was the highlight and it talked about how he was going to continue the track record of the Normans reigning supreme. This school has the best football team and that’s a lot to live up to. There were interviews with all the remaining members on their feelings, Damian wishing them the best of luck, as he mentioned the potential Justin had, and everyone’s expectations for the coming games. As for the self help, that was an interesting topic to read, especially since Trixie is the ‘trainwreck’ now. So sad, but I guess it's a good time to exploit mental illness and try to normalize it so kids are more forward about their issues. Do I agree with it? I don't know. I just use weed to fix my problems.[/color][/i][/b][/center]
Running past a janitor’s closet, Rose was too busy on a mission to hear a roaring SLAM. Inside the closet, Lucky Cross was holding Mitch Clark up by the collar with a cold, distant face on. Both individuals were on the ‘bottom’ of the chain for vastly different reasons. Mitch was a nerd, paired in Joy Darling’s league and Lucky was… well, a goddamn bully riding on a scholarship. Mitch had saw what was on the flashdrive and had a week to decide what he was going to do. The week was up and it was time to add extra incentive on his ass, so someone sent the Hound on him.  [b][color=#536878]“You will rig the election. If you don’t, you’re smart enough to know what to expect.” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#b7f258]“They must have something juicy on you,” [/color][/b]Mitch slyly grinned at the Tool that could beat the shit out of him. [b][color=#b7f258] “This is fucking gold. For you to do anything for someone that isn’t that black girl you’re always with who NO ONE knows about and what’s that mute girl’s name?” [/color][/b]The hacker snapped his fingers in thought, [b][color=#b7f258] “Ah yes. Fawn. Cute little thing you got yourself there. I wonder what kind of dirt they found on you. Must be real bad seeing how it’s hard to ruin you more than the school has.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#536878]“You run your mouth a lot.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#b7f258]“What can I say? I’m a talker. I can’t wait to find out who cares so much to go out of their way to recruit me and use this shit.” [/color][/b]Mitch’s eyes dropped to Lucky’s pocket that held the one thing that would turn his life upside down. [b][color=#b7f258]“Seems fucking deseparate, but whatever. I’m bored.” [/color][/b]

Dropping the computer genius on the floor, Lucky peered over the blonde boy who wiped the blood from his busted lip, [b][color=#b7f258]“Man, KC gonna give me shit for this.” [/color][/b]

[center][b][i][color=#b580f7]The Candy Store seems to be running sweetly! Ophelia doesn’t sit with Hailey anymore and Trixie is a Twix bar! Which blows my mind. After all this, they can still be friends? Good for them. Honestly, I really really really really really really hope this means me, Q, my brother, Wy, and alllll the people can have some peace for once. Things are looking up, aren’t they? [/color][/i][/b][/center]
The next room, down the hall and to the corner, that Rose scurried past was the Morning Room studio, as they prepared for their homeroom show. There was no doubt there was A LOT going on in there since this was a big segment that would help people decide who to vote for. Leaning against the wall, Riley reviewed his notes, while prepping his co-stars: Brynn and Ace. [b][color=#426f6f]“For the most part, we’re just here to talk about the candidates and cue their videos. I’m okay with taking a backseat for this one.” [/color][/b]

Glancing up from his folder, he looked toward the new recruit, who debuted this past Friday. Gwen or more commonly known as Ace. She wasn’t against the idea of joining up because she knew this would be a good platform to bring awareness to her radio show. [b][color=#426f6f] “Thanks again, Ace. For joining. It’s nice not having all the pressure on me.” [/color][/b]

Meanwhile, sitting off in the distance, with an open excel sheet on her laptop for the budget of the Broadcasting and Audio-Visual Club, since at this point they were basically one entity, Trixie “the trainwreck” furrowed her eyebrows. Brian was turning this show into a full production and probably by the end of this semester, the Morning Show would have time slots during every free period. The cost was cutting it close. They were using every last cent they had to make this show great and worth having a lifelong legacy, bumping up the entertainment value by having industry level equipment. She was sure he wasn’t too worried about money because he knew how to optimize his plan without the worry of using his own cash but still! Seeing these figures stressed her out. Not even Owen spent this kind of money.  

On top of that stress, she was going through the journey of learning a new form of writing. It was weird not having the Newspaper club or the student council to keep her busy. If she was being honest with herself, it did make her feel lost and empty, but Owen gave her the idea of trying to write a narrative story and see where that takes her. Being a one trick pony was lame and he knows she could do more than just news . Expanding her skills would only benefit her in the long run and writing a story would keep her out of trouble with school drama. He also forcibly cut back her alcohol intake, so she was still having heavy mood swings from that withdrawal. 

[b][color=#5f9ea0]“Hey Beatrix!” [/color][/b]Her thoughts were interrupted by the blind drummer boy. 

[b][color=#15603a]“Nero. The only time people call me by my full name is when I’m in trouble. Trixie, please.” [/color][/b]Looking away from her computer, she reached for her cup of ice and poured one cube in her mouth, in order to chew on it. Switch out one habit for the other. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. [b][color=#15603a]“What’s up?” [/color][/b]

Scratching his head with one of his drumsticks, since he carries them around in his bag, Junior softly gleamed, [b][color=#5f9ea0]“My bad. We just don’t talk usually.” [/color][/b]Facts. Not everyday he would ever think about approaching one of the HOT members! There might be a hashtag of HOTisDead, but they were still and forevermore HOT, regardless of where they gravitate in the school. They just weren’t being intimidating and scary anymore.  [b][color=#5f9ea0]“I was wondering since you’re part of the dance committee, can my band perform? We’re fresh and I think the Sadie dance would be an awesome gig.” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#15603a]“Algorithm, right?” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#5f9ea0]“Yeah! How’d you know?”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#15603a]“Word gets around fast. Plus your auditions were kind of ‘the talk’ that week. Also, Miles.” [/color][/b]Trixie shrugged in nonchalance. It was sweet that someone like Nero treated her with respect and not like she was an emotional bitch who has trust issues. 

[b][color=#5f9ea0]“Wordddd. So can we?”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#15603a]“As much as I’d love to give the green light, that isn’t my job. It’s Henry’s. You’ll probably do just fine in convincing him since Parker is your lead singer. Honestly, I don’t have many jobs. Mrs. Roberts told me to delegate and oversee things, because she thinks I should focus on therapy. Fucking dumb.” [/color][/b]To say Trixie was annoyed was an understatement, ever since the elections came to light, so did rumors about her being suicidal and ‘unfit’ to run any of her clubs. 

For the dance committee, Henry was in charge of music, entertainment, and recruiting chaperons. Marshall was taking over the aesthetics, like theme, decorations, and added vendors like photography (photobooth, kissing booth, other love games, and an actual photographer going around to capture the moments). She was sure he’d get all the Candies involved with that too, since ‘love’ was kind of their thing. And Damian was set on the budget, refreshments, advertising, and hosting the fundraiser. It was already decided a few meetings ago that Mina Bellerose and Christopher Everett would host since they were the super couple of the era and it only made sense to give them the mic. There was going to be a peer-voted trophy to give to the ‘cutest’ couple at the dance. As for all the single attendees, there was no way they'd be exclusive to the known couples at Beverly Hills High, they would be invited to a game night to mix and mingle. In addition to his other duties, Henry was tasked with helping the single pringles find someone they’d want to dance with, without forcing them immediately into a dance. Hence, the game night. It wasn’t mandatory for them to participate in the dance, though. [b][color=#15603a]“Find Henry, then you should be good.” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#5f9ea0]“And you don’t happen to know where he is?”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#0598bc]“Where do you think? Anywhere but here.” [/color][/b]Brian said, without looking up from his phone as he approached the pair. Pausing once he got close to them, Brian looked up from his phone and shrugged. [b][color=#0598bc]“He’s in the lab. Second floor, room number 2-13. Knock. I cannot stress that enough. Knock like, twice.”[/color][/b]

[center][b][i][color=#b580f7]With mommy, daddy, auntie, and uncle back home, Dreamland has been so lively! My home is turning out to be a hotspot for the cool people and I’m okay with that. I get to talk to Q more. I get to see Mason do dangerous tricks. I get to smoke with Adubs. It’s great. YOU KNOW WHAT'S ALSO GREAT???? Lasagna for lunch! Thanks mommy. 

But now I’m kind of rambling, aren’t I? [/color][/i][/b]

[b][i][color=#b580f7]You know, ever since Henry kissed me, I feel like I know things. Like I am less sad and anxious. And I don’t know why? Kissing must bring clarity because I feel like a grown up! Anyways, daddy’s waiting for me outside. I gotta find Cassie when I get to school. This is my mission. SOS. Okay. I go shove pancakes in my mouth and leave. [/color][/i][/b]

[b][i][color=#b580f7]Byebye.[/color][/i][/b]

[b][i][color=#b580f7]Fondly yours,[/color][/i][/b]
[b][i][color=#b580f7]Ilyana. [/color][/i][/b][/center]
Throwing the fashion room door open, interrupting a morning meeting, which she should’ve already been at, 'cuz  she was part of this club but always forgot there was a morning meeting, the fluffy blonde haired misfit scanned the room to find her target and then loudly chirped, [b][color=#b580f7]“I NEED HELP MAKING COSTUMESSSSSSSSSS. CASSIE, MAYDAY. MAYDAY.”[/color][/b]

[center][b][i][color=#b580f7]P.S. Henry was right. I should use Ilyana more.  [/color][/i][/b][/center]
[color=#696969](For those running for office, please take the time to fit in your next posts the commercial video that will broadcast on the Morning Show. 

As for everyone else, it’s been a little over two weeks! Make sure you talk with everyone about what has happened with your characters so far and let’s get the show on the road. 

Welcome to a lovely Monday morning at the animal kingdom known as Beverly Hills High. )[/color]
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[indent]Still sitting on her princess bed with a nightgown on, having yet arrived to school, Mina Bellerose received a text from Lucky which said: [b][color=#536878]I did what you asked. [/color][/b]She sat there motionless, one arm hugging her knees. Her hand scrolled through people’s instagrams on her phone. She looked at all these faces that made her seethe in anger and spite. There were so many people she [i]hated[/i]. They hurt her cousin and she was going to make sure they would pay. Each and every single one of them. 

If Emmy-Lou failed her, then she would bring down vengeance herself. Though, she knew her friend would make it up to her if she didn’t win the elections. She better, at least. There was always a back up plan, even if it was more underhanded than influencing the school from top to bottom. All other projects didn’t matter. She would burn the school down before she moved onto anything else. Everything in her life was put on hold. Her triple threat career, her social engagements, and worst of all, her romance with her beloved Chrisopher, which most definitely did not make him happy. Once Mina decided on something, it was hard to break her out of it until she went through a harsh reality check. 

Her hand holding the phone shook out of frustration. Everything about this was wrong. Not right. Stupid-stupid-stupid. Everyone would try to be like Hailey but get nowhere close! Snapping, when she came across a picture of Ophelia and Trixie kissing Hailey’s cheeks on either side, she threw her phone toward her HD tv. [b][color=#f5deb3]“I WANT THEM TO ALL DISAPPEAR, CHRISTOPHER. From Owen Lyon to that shitstain JAMIE CALLAGHAN. How dare they?! How dare they ALL do this do my Hailey!??!!” [/color][/b]The angry tears started falling down her face.

Christopher looked up. He had been expecting this, but he wasn’t sure when it was going to happen. He thought he had more time to prepare before she cracked; it usually wasn’t this fast… It was hard to be the boyfriend sometimes. Sometimes it was stressful and a fight to keep his princess calm and collected. Often times? It was simply impossible. All Christopher could really do was soothe her, and remind her that she wasn’t, despite what she may think, always right.

He moved from his seat near the head of the bed where he had been reading, to instead be beside her. Gently, he put a hand on her back and shushed her gently, [b][color=#4fd14f]“Shhhhshhhh… It’s okay, Princess. Breathe, remember? Slow, in and out. Shhhhhhh.” [/color][/b]His hand rubbed her back in small circles as he spoke in a very quiet voice, directly into her ear. [b][color=#4fd14f]“Have you thought about talking to Hailey herself about this…?”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#f5deb3]“No…” [/color][/b]Mina tried her best to do those breathing exercises she was taught, all the while pouting. There was so much rage in her that she didn’t think to get more information from Hailey herself. [b][color=#f5deb3]“I don’t think Hailey would be okay with all this chaos. The school is dumb to think they could replace her.” [/color][/b][i]Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. [/i][b][color=#f5deb3]“You think I should talk to her?”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#4fd14f]“Well, I think it couldn’t hurt. Hailey is a… well, a complicated person… it’s entirely possible she just doesn’t care about this. You have to know that, right, Princess? Hailey [i]is[/i] a Green. Who knows what they want?” [/color][/b]He asked, never stopping his hand on her back. It seemed like this one was easier to defuse than he thought it would be — granted, there was a phone sized crack in the T.V., but T.V.’s could be replaced. He could handle that, it wasn’t a big deal. What was… was Mina’s demeanor. [b][color=#4fd14f]“Don’t you think talking to her is a good idea?”[/color][/b]

He was right. He always was. No one knew what a Green wanted, but even if Hailey disagreed with her and didn’t care about running the school anymore, would that change Mina’s mind? Staying silent as he rubbed her back, she nodded. That wasn’t going to stop her operation, at least not yet. [b][color=#f5deb3]“I want someone to cry this week. To lose something or someone they care about. I want someone to hurt.” [/color][/b]If this happened, sure, she’ll talk to her cousin. Her face was wet from all the tears. Luckily since this issue had to deal with other people, and not her self worth, the breakdown was easier to resolve. 

[b][color=#4fd14f]“I could kill someone’s puppy.” [/color][/b]What? Christopher was nothing if not a solutions person. Whatever she wanted, he didn’t much care what it took to get it done. if she wanted someone to cry, then he could certainly make it happen. It’d only take a few seconds too — he wasn’t a sadist.

[b][color=#f5deb3]“I’ll have to think about it. I want to see who wins tomorrow first.” [/color][/b]All good things come to those that wait. Mina couldn’t be hasty with her actions and if she wanted to make someone hurt, she had to make sure she aimed for the knees or nuts! Metaphorically speaking. There were a few people she wanted to break emotionally and physically, but she wanted the pain to be slow and painful. She wanted them to realize how awful of a person they were and why they didn’t deserve to be happy. Yes. She would destroy them one by one. Aim for their close loved ones, and take away everything that makes them likeable. For example, imagine if someone like Damian got on your bad side and you wanted to get even. You’d have to take away his Elite army, his technically snatched body, and his Joy. But, Damian wasn’t who she cared about right now. As far as she was concerned, he was uninvolved. [b][color=#f5deb3]“We should get ready. We’re already late.”[/color][/b][/indent]