On the wall next to Freddy’s locker, there was a piece of paper that could change everything. Freddy stared at it with longing, fear, and hope tumbling around in his chest.
Student Council elections: All students eligible to run. Must deliver 5-minute speech at the debate assembly.
Freddy blinked. Give a speech? In public? Tomorrow afternoon? He must have hit his head in gym class. There was no way he could stand up in front of the school while they were staring at him, judging him, laughing at him . . .
He tore the flyer off the wall and crumpled it in his hands.
“You hate Student Council that much?” said a familiar voice behind him—his older sister, Ruth.
Freddy’s ears turned bright pink. “No . . .”
The paper was taunting him. Reminding him of all the things he was too afraid to do. Sometimes he wished he were someone else entirely.
He couldn’t say that to Ruth. She wouldn’t understand. His big sis was loud and outgoing. She never cared what anyone thought of her. Freddy, though . . . it was all he thought about: how to blend into the crowd, how to be normal.
He looked at his shoes.
“Wait! You should run for president,” Ruth said. “This is your chance!”
“What chance?”
“You’re always talking about how to fix the slow cafeteria line. And last year, remember when I didn’t know there was a school musical and missed the tryouts? You said there should be a showcase for after-school clubs so we’d know which clubs exist.” She was talking too fast. Her mouth was a runaway train. “Don’t you see? Now’s your chance to do something with your ideas!”
Ruth took the flyer out of Freddy’s hands and smoothed it out on his locker. She held it back out for him to take.
“I can’t,” he said quietly.
“Sure you can! You’d be great at—”
“No,” he said. “I really can’t.”
Ruth squinted at him. “What are you so scared of?”
“You just don’t get it,” Freddy muttered.
He slung his backpack over his shoulder and hurried away.