The Orange Champaign

by Corgi
My parents had always wished for me to become a success, but they don't know the true meaning of success. In their eyes success means finishing college, starting a business, and then turning my children into my image. My definition is very different however. Success means turning something that you, and only, you believed in into an idea that an entire nation follows. I am four months away from getting my degree in business administration but as the date draws nearer, my ideals slowly wither away. I have been working hard for years and years to gain my degree, diploma, and my parent's favor.But what would I do after I have gained all those things? I thought and thought and thought but nothing came to my mind. All that showed was my withering dream. Finally, I decided to water and nurture my withering dream by writing down my master plan. I stayed up all night and the finished product bedazzled me as if it was the first time I read it. The same feelings and emotions rushed down me every time I re-read it. I knew that if I were to live my dream then I had to start right away.

Elections are eight months away and every passing day counts. I used up the last of my money, which was intended for my tuition, and pay the admissions fee. I dropped out of school there and then. The only person that I knew who had had experience in diplomacy and politics was the one who dropped out of the elections because of some severe disability that he had procured months before. I visited him at the hospital and showed him my master plan. I could see the same amazement that I had whenever I read it, although he said that it needed polishing. He was to be my mentor in my campaign. He told me that his campaign money is just sitting in the bank slowly dying just like he his. He granted it to me, 27.3 million to be exact. He said that my campaign were to have a name and seeing as how my family name is RED and my plans were written on a YELLOW pad paper, I decided to name it "The Orange Campaign".

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Manahill Naik

Manahill Naik

May 20, 2015 - 20:21 interesting.. =)
Mahoobee

Mahoobee

May 21, 2015 - 10:19 Nicely written. Interesting :D
manelyn

manelyn

May 23, 2015 - 10:01 Great! Makes me want to read more :))

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