[ WP ] Every class have a weirdo or a misfit . Your high school class had one too . Now he/she is running for president and is almost certain to win it .

I remember Jane Widdow. The girl who listened to death metal and watched violent animated cartoons on the internet. She was pretty weird and that ’ s why I wanted to be her friend. She always had black lipstick and black mascara on. She was an outcast but confident in herself. 
 
 I was grocery shopping when I ran into my old classmate John Figgins. I was handling the peaches, trying to find the most perfect one. John reached over for a peach and our hands made contact. 
 
 “ Well, hell, if it isn ’ t Raymond Burns, ” he said with a friendly smile. 
 “ John, you sonofabitch. You looking for a peach? ” 
 “ I ’ m always looking for peaches. ” 
 I gave a generous chuckle and then sighed and leaned gently on the wooden beam that held the peaches back from tragically spilling on to the floor. 
 
 “ Hey, crazy election this year, huh? ” 
 
 “ What do you mean? ” I lifted an eyebrow. 
 
 “ I ’ m talking about Jane… Jane Widdow. She ’ s the top contender to be the next President of the United States. ” 
 
 I had amusement shivers all up and down my body. I remained calm and attempted neutrality but the shivers were completely taking over. I did not know what John thought of this and I didn ’ t want to be politically incorrect. Me and John were not great friends so I was invested in not making an ass of myself. 
 
 “ Oh, wow. That ’ s cool, ” I said nodding my head subtly. 
 
 “ It ’ s fucking nuts, man! Jane Widdow! ” John laughed and massaged a peach in his hand gingerly. 
 I now felt free to express myself so I laughed too and, just to conform, also took a peach and massaged it in my hand. 
 
 We stared each other down as we massaged our peaches. John looked questioningly into my eyes as if asking “ How long can you go? I got all day. ” I returned the look and then took a second peach and placed it down my pants. John squinted and very subtly nodded his head. 
 
 “ So anyway, are you going to vote for her? ” 
 
 “ Probably. It ’ s either her or Hillary Clinton, so… ” 
 
 We talked for a few more minutes and then went our own ways. On my drive home I thought about Jane Widdow some more. She had been the girl who in comparison made me feel like a normal kid. I was happy for her though, and I was going to vote for her.
