"Does anyone have a suggestion on what our class should do?" Pamela started. She was hesitating whether to go to the center table or not. She wasn't accustomed to being the center of attention, nor was she comfortable that everyone's attention was on her.
However, for the sake of her friends and not to be a laughing stock in the upcoming first year's traditional show, she had to swallow her embarrassment and take the lead.
Pamela took a mouthful of air and went to the board. Beads of sweat coated her nose while she steeled herself and looked at her classmates in the eyes.
However, no one noticed her inner turmoil as everyone was busy with their own thoughts. In truth, everyone was just glad that they weren't picked as President.
