It was another peaceful evening in apartment 315. We had all gotten back from a Grub Fest: our bellies were full of taco salad, our social needs met, and all had settled on the couch for some light reading. Well, all except for Jackie who had gone off to institute. It was a good atmosphere for our scheduled apartment meeting at 8:30pm. Our apartment dictator, Jackie Warner, had declared it a mandatory affair and all were anxious to get it over with.
At about 8:15pm a visitor, Rob Stewart, makes an appearance. He had missed out on taco salad and I had volunteered to make him dinner. As he sits down with one of my old classic quesidillas, I note the time. Its 8:30, but Jackie isn't here. At about 9:40pm, Christina lets out a cry of horror. Jackie was at institute and forgot about the meeting. Our very dictator texted her to let her know she was ditching the meeting. We have a brief powwow and then at 9:00 Eimi has to leave.
That simply wouldn't do. I suddenly see Robin brandishing a nerf gun. It must have emerged while Rob and I were perusing through my new cookbook. I began hearing whispers of assassination and overthrow. At this point Rob seemed pretty full and being the well fed pacifist type, he bid us good evening.
"Jill, you should be our new dictator." Robin and Christina seemed quite convinced I was the right pick for the job.
"I don't want to be involved. I won't stand in your way, Jackie did mess up, but I don't want to shoot her down." The discontent seemed to escalate at the comment.
"Well we'll have to pick a new dictator then." they declared. Hrmmm, that wouldn't do either. I rummaged through my closet and pulled out a few odds and ends. The nun-chucks, the pink light saber, the Activities Committee sword from apt 55, my nerf gun, etc.
"Here you are." I hand Christina my nerf gun and her eyes seem to light up. i whip out some chocolate which even better satisfies the crowd. I guess I wouldn't actually attack Jackie, simply inspire the masses and then I could make my rise to power. Suddenly we hear a noise at the door.
"Eimi's home!" Eimi seems pretty tired from another long day but smiles at the warm greeting. Her expression shifts as she sees the weapons of mass destruction.
"Do you want to join us? We're going to assassinate Jackie for skipping our meeting." Eimi was about to protest until I show her my collection. It didn't take much persuading for her to suddenly be marveling over her pink light saber like Darth Vader herself.
We all patiently read and wait until about 11:30pm. A hush falls over the apartment as the door opens and closes behind Jacqueline Rose Warner, Dictator of the Three Hundred and Fifteenth Apartment. A war cry from Eimi and the nerf darts start --flying. I pause and in a last minute impulse hurl my nun-chucks at Jackie's knees.
I armed the people and fed the people. They made me their dictator. In the end I denounced the title. I prefer being the queen and a ninja assassin on the side. Jackie reclaimed her title which ended up being right since it requires far too much decision making and responsibility. However, this day is one that will be remembered. A day to remember that with great power comes great responsibility and the risk of assassination.
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