Bonnie was standing with her hands folded neatly in front of her. “Before we vote for PTA president, I want to wish my opponent Kate Riley a heartfelt good luck! You came out of nowhere and fought a hard battle.” Kate could tell by her tone that Bonnie expected to win. Bonnie faced Kate and began to clap. Liam clapped his hand on his wheelchair and cheered the loudest. The others stopped. The sound was a combination of banged metal and Liam yelling in his loud, distorted voice. Bonnie tried to speak. She looked around and waited. After a moment, she sniffed loudly. She whispered something to the principal, who smiled tightly. Bonnie leaned into the microphone. “Kate, can’t he go with the other children?” Her voice echoed off the windowless walls. Kate took a deep breath, put a hand on Liam’s chair. “He’s fine here. Thanks.” “O-K. I’m just thinking of what’s best for you.” Though she sat still in her seat, Kate imagined herself charging up to the podium, grabbing the nearest metal chair, and hurling it hard at Bonnie. The chair came crashing down thwack, on Bonnie’s head knocking her to the ground. The image was so strong in Kate’s mind; it frightened her. Wasn’t this precisely how wars started?
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