And now, the campaign is officially named “Operation Theo; Twin For the Win”
“Hi!” A girl grinned at me. I shaded my eyes. “Whoa! I think I need shades. Your smile is blinding.” That made her beam wider.
“I’m Brianna.” “Theo. My pleasure.” I winked. “Umm . . yeah.” She giggled, flipping back her curly black hair. Carter elbowed me. “Show-off,” he whispered. I ignored him. “Can I help with your campaign?” she asked “Sure. Welcome to the team.” I motioned to Caleb, Nat, Katie and of course, Carter.
Nat cleared his throat. “Now, back to where we were. Choosing a campaign name. Any suggestions?” Carter’s hand shot into the air. “Operation Theo!” “Ehh . . . it needs to be catchy.” Katie frowned. “Then do you have a suggestion?” Carter retorted. “Hmm . . . Theo the CEO?”
” That is not very relevant.” Nat said.
They tossed suggestions back and forth for a few minutes. “How about Operation Theo: Twin For the Win?” Brianna asked. The table fell silent. “I like it. It’s catchy and fitting.” Nat said. “All in favour raise your hand,” Caleb announced. Everyone raised their hands. “Then it’s settled. Operation Theo: Twin For the Win. Now, for the theme.” Nat said
“I got this one.” I grinned. “Bringing the Cool Back to School. Making this place cooler. Fixing the AC’s, for one. And the water fountains. I nearly died of dehydration on Monday.” Everyone chuckled. “That’s actually a pretty good theme,” Caleb said.
“How about adding to that theme? Like doing a school eco-drive. Whoever bags the most trash will get a prize.” Katie suggested.
“And new field trips! I’m sick of going to art museums and zoos every year.” Carter piped up.
“Oh yeah. And we could advertise the campaign in the school newspaper.” Caleb added.
“I like it. We’re on a roll here. Are you getting all of this, Nat?” I looked over. Nat scribbled furiously on a piece of paper. “Yep. So these are the topics to cover in your speech and on the advertising posters.”
“Speaking of posters, who’s designing them?” Caleb asked.
“Oooh! I will! This will be fun!” Brianna squealed.
“Great! I’ll put you down . . .” Nat fell silent as Jennifer Sport stormed over to our table.
“You sneaky cheat! I will ruin you!” She screeched, face mottled red. “Whoa! What did I do?” My eyes widened “You duped me into revealing my plans, and now you’re running for president!” “Well, technically . . .” “You will rue the day you tricked me! No one messes with me and gets away with it! No one!” She snarled. “Mark my words, Theeo!” She stalked away.
Yikes. I was already regretting it. “The show must go on, Jenn!” Carter yelled after her. She skewered him with a murderous look. “Whoa. Someone has anger problems.” I muttered. “Or she’s just a spoiled rich kid.” Carter spoke up. “Probably both.”
I was way in over my head. It would be a miracle if I survived until Christmas.