Our fucking future

First day of school, not really very interesting. A lot of people trying to find their classes, more meeting up over the summer break. For my family however it was a wonderful to have our common stomping grounds under our feet. Where we moved people stepped out of the way and I took note that I had to make a better impression, which came two weeks later at the first assembly. They were announcing the new student body leadership and the whole school being in attendance, I had only one person help me with my plan and told my family that I wouldn't be able to sit with them. Kori and Matty suspected something but it was Natsuko who just grinned wickedly, she's gotten better at reading me. I'm standing in a dark hallway with a microphone in my hand as I hear the assembly carrying on just outside the door. Mrs. Jackson is doing the introductions as I start to ready myself. "Your student body vice president is Kyle Travis," I can hear people clapping, Kyle just might have shed the memory of his actions last year," And now your President of the student council this year, Guy Donnelly." People are clapping and cheering but nothing is happening, I smile a little and listen. "Guy Donnelly? Where is Guy Donnelly," I hear Mrs. Jackson start asking and I can hear the mumbling of the crowd in confusion. I wait about thirty seconds and turn on the microphone in my hand. "Pine Rivers High School," I state slowly as I hear everyone get quiet," I'm here." I cut the microphone and set it down as the lights in the gym cut out entirely causing a mass of confusion. Mrs. Jackson is telling everyone to remain in the bleachers and to get the lights back on as I step into more darkness and move to my spot in the middle of the gym and take a knee. By my estimation I'm ten feet in front of the speaking podium and I have my hood up and covering my head when the lights kick back on. The reaction isn't immediate but when people see me there out of nowhere after less than thirty seconds of darkness I get to hear the student body erupt with cheering. I feel a rush of adrenaline as I stand up and look to the student body, my people, I turn around and step to the podium where Mrs. Jackson is standing and shake her hand. She's shaking her head but at least she's not pissed at me. She backs up from the podium and I step in to speak. "Did you miss me," I ask getting a cheer," I missed my people. Big year this year, last year was a year of change wasn't it? A lot of infighting, people getting hurt, students walking around in fear. Now look here, two of the worst enemies one year ago standing on the same stage doing the same thing. You know why?" I can hear murmuring among the students and I smile when someone yells out my one word to the masses last year, believe.