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Diplomacy Words:1284 “You see, I have it all worked out. She needs me.” I say to Danny as we head to the hotel conference room. For two months I’ve been planning. My position paper is solid and my research is impressively organized in the black binder clutched to my chest. You can’t technically win at model UN, but if you could win, you would do it with preparation like this. "Dude, she’s France. She doesn’t need you.” Danny, tosses his binder up and down, almost dropping it and spilling the contents all over the hallway. Even if he did it wouldn’t matter. I’ve seen it. He’s not prepared. I don’t think he even has a position paper, but he’s just Croatia. Just a side dish to Europe’s steak. “Besides, that whole communism thing freaks people out.” “That doesn’t matter when it comes to global warming. It will be perfect, a cross-continent alliance between France and China. And Croatia of course.” It isn’t so unrealistic. I wrote the whole position paper based on this alliance and it is sound. Cherry will see how brilliant it is and after a day spent debating and plotting, we will be cheered and share an intimate kiss as we accept all the well-deserved praise. Well, maybe not a kiss yet, but if I can just get her to spend some time with me I can at least broker an agreement to sit together at lunch. “It doesn’t matter. She’s way too pretty for you. And why do you want to get with a sophomore anyway? In 6 months we’ll be in college and those girls actually like a smart guy.” Danny said, punching me in the arm, smiling weakly. He almost looks sad, but I would look that way too if I was so hopelessly ill-prepared. When we get to the door, Cherry is already there, waiting outside. She perks up when we get close and smiles. She’s a radiant, beautiful, perfect creature and she’s smiling at me. Cherry flips her long yellow hair to one side and I catch a whiff of her shampoo, something flowery and sweet and intoxicating. She’s dressed for the event in a smart, political suit, but her skirt is a little shorter than is appropriate for an ambassador. I smile back at her. The French can be forgiven a little risqué clothing. Taking a deep breath, I speed through the pitch in my head one last time. Mom said it was great when I recited it to her last night. She said there was no way a girl could say no to logic like that. “Hey Cherry.” I grip the binder tighter to keep her from seeing the tremor in my hands, but I can tell by the look she’s giving me, the look you give a scared little kid, that the tremor is not entirely gone from my voice. “I have a great opportunity for you and your country to join with one of the world’s largest economic super powers. Namely me, China. I think we would make a great…” “What? In the game?” Cherry cuts me off. I want to correct her. It’s not just a game, but her eyes are so much bluer up close and I can’t bring myself to do it. “Uh, Yes, in the game. France and China…” “I’ll think about it, ok Jer?” She looks up to Danny quickly and then back to me before giving us a tight smile and pushing through the door. Even though I didn’t finish the pitch, I’m pretty sure she’ll come around. She knows my name. That’s something right? I look to Danny for reassurance, but all he can do is shrug and motion to the door with his head. I shrug back, but it’s stiff and awkward and I’m still shaking a little. He pushes open the door and I follow, quickly finding my seat at the Asia table and spreading out my materials. Directly across from the Asian table is Western European table where Cherry is sitting, playing on her phone. Danny is at the Eastern European table next to hers, but quickly swaps his placard with Spain, sliding into the chair next to Cherry. Danny has always been easy and cool and if anyone can convince her of the merits of my plan it’s him. I wave my arm to get his attention and when he turns to me I flash him a quick thumbs up. He cocks his head to the side and frowns. The moderator turns on the podium microphone and the screech of feedback from it may as well be coming from my heart as Danny effortlessly slips his hand into Cherry’s under the table. Judas. Brutus. Hitler. There has to be an equivalent person from Croatia, but whatever his name is, it’s escaping me now. I know the moderator is speaking, running over the rules I already know by heart, but all I can hear is a low buzzing in my ears. My vision is blurring, but I’m pretty sure I see Danny mouth “sorry” across the room. Before I can consider the consequences, I shoot up out of my chair, sending it skittering behind me into the wall. “China is invading France!” I yell. I mean it to be booming, but it just comes out all squeaky. The moderator pauses, sighing and putting a hand to his forehead. “Young man, you can’t just invade France. There are at least 20 other countries between China and France and you would have to get permission from all of them to march through their territories.” “I have planes.” I can’t win this I know, but I can’t back down. “You still have to get permission to…I’m not having this discussion with you. We haven’t even started yet. Now sit down and let me finish.” I can’t sit down. I can’t let Danny win. The laughter starts with him, but soon spreads to the other students in the room, until the moderator pounds the gavel and the room goes silent again. Danny leans over to Cherry and whispers something in her ear that makes giggle and raise her hand. “What is it?” the moderator says, rolling his eyes. “I would like to formally request a Sanction against China for being a jerk.” Her eyes dart from me to the moderator as she tries to smother her laughter with her palm. “This is not how this game works! We are not invading or sanctioning anyone!” The moderator takes a deep breath and closes his eyes before continuing. “Everyone take 15 minutes, calm down, and we’ll resume at 1130.” He storms out the side door, cigarette already in his hand. I run into the hallway, leaving my binder and papers and everything all over the table. Without France, my plan is nothing. It’s all been a waste. Without France, everything is a waste. There is a bench at the end of the hall that I slump into when I can’t run anymore. I can’t go back and I can’t leave. Mom isn’t picking me up for 4 more hours and if I call her and ask her to come get me early she’ll know something is wrong. I’m not ready to discuss my defeat yet. The other students slowly file into the hall. The ones that notice me laugh and whisper to each other, but never approach; always heading in the opposite direction. Danny comes out last, pulling Cherry behind him, their hands still attached. I don’t know if she sees me, but he does. He smiles a little half-smile and pulls her in for a kiss before heading after the other students and away from me. France is invaded. SquirrelFace fucked around with this message at 23:33 on May 31, 2015 |
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May 31, 2015 23:30
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Fuschia tude posted:
Hence the edit. I hit Ctrl + V and then my fat fingers hit something else and it posted. I figured the DQ for editing was better than leaving a wall of text that wouldn't be read and DQ'd anyway.
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Tyrannosaurus posted:Entering WEEK 147 JUDGEMODE* beep boop beep Thanks! I will try to be better at computers next time so I don't DQ myself....
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In. flash rule please.
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