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treasurer. Martin Gedge took vice president. I smiled at Martin to congratulate him, and he gave a worried look that cut right through me. The stuffy library air fluttered with the tepid applause of people waiting for the main event. Ms. Bee cleared her throat and the room went quiet. All except for my heart, which pounded rapid and crazy. "And in the election for your new student council president, we may have had our closest results in my history as an adviser. The winner, by just a handful of votes, is...Na--" Somebody in Mike's crowd booed, and I never heard the rest of my name. Not that it mattered. From somewhere in the back of the room, Autumn barreled through the crowd toward me, knocking people aside with her huge book bag. Her hair flopped all in her face, and she screamed at the top of her lungs. I rose to my feet, smiling so hard it hurt. Autumn wrapped her arms around me tight, and we swayed with such force that we almost fell on the floor. We jumped up and down, over and over, both of us screaming and laughing. I noticed Mike standing with his friends. Connor grinned at me. He thought my celebration was funny, I guess. But Mike could barely conceal his disgust. I broke free from Autumn and pushed myself in front of him. I knew I had huge damp spots in the armpits of my white shirt, but I didn't care. After pulling up my hair into a quick ponytail, I stuck out my hand and waited for Mike to shake it. "Don't you want to congratulate me?" I said in my most sarcastic voice. His friends were all listening. Connor Hughes. Everyone. And I loved every second of it. Mike looked down at my hand and scoffed. "Congratulations on being the kind of loser this stuff actually matters to." Before I could say anything back, Autumn pulled me away. "You okay, Miss President?" she asked, and massaged my shoulders like a boxer and his trainer after a long fight. The library had begun to empty out, but there were still lots of students who stuck around to congratulate me. The moment felt so right, so beautiful. Like destiny. Like all those life-changing moments should feel. Easy. CHAPTER SIX I picked up Autumn later that night. It was supposed to be, at least to her knowledge, our typical Friday--renting whatever movie was next on our list (we'd been working our way through the AFI Top 100 Films list, which I'd cut from the newspaper and dutifully laminated at my mom's office), followed by snacks, followed by either face masks or new nail polish, followed by whatever lame show was on television until we fell asleep.

    Except I had heard on NPR during breakfast that A Streetcar Named Desire was playing at a little independent movie theater a few towns over. It wasn't actually the next film on our list, but the chance to see one on the big screen was too exciting to pass up. Plus, it would make for a more special night, considering I'd won the election a few hours before. Even though my air-conditioning was on, everything still felt sticky. September weather always left you guessing, with some days hot like summer and others chilly like fall. I beeped and Autumn came running out in jeans and an oversize hoodie I'd bought her on one of my college tours. I felt a little bad, because I was in a red corduroy skirt, a black scoop neck, and the tiny silver hoops Grammy had given me on my Sweet Sixteen. Not that we needed to dress up, but this particular movie theater was a lot different than the megaplex inside Summit Mall. It served wine and had gourmet snacks, like kettle corn and Italian chocolate bars. A red-velvet curtain hid the screen until just before the film started, and they showed movie trailers in French and Italian. Autumn knew something was up as soon as she saw me. "What's going on?" she asked, smiling. "Where are we going?" "It's a secret," I teased. "But you look so nice. Should I go change?" I would have said sure, but Autumn was slow enough getting ready for school, never mind when she actually had a choice of outfits.