" Requesting memory trial , " came the judge's firm voice . Johnson finally looked up . The moment their eyes met , Elsa saw the same inner struggle that had flickered behind his gaze that night at the beach three years ago . The screen came alive . In the damp basement , Elsa stared blankly at the ceiling . She wondered how long her life would stay like this . After finally filling her stomach , she turned her head to meet Johnson's eyes . He couldn't hide the emotion in them . " Ugh , he's totally just a scumbag . " " I need to rinse my eyes - how is Johnson this full of himself ? " " Let's be honest . He treated Elsa well at first . " " If it were me , trapped in hell , and someone showed up with food and warmth … it'd be hard not to feel something ." " Still , what a sleaze . No integrity at all ." Suddenly , Johnson stood up from the audience with a pale face and stormed toward the witness stand . " Enough ! " He grabbed the mic , knuckles white . " Elsa was never anything to me but dead weight ! The one I really wanted … was Quinn ! " Quinn gasped , covering her mouth , but the gleam in her eyes said otherwise . Elsa's memory flashed back to that summer- Quinn had worn that exact same look . Back then , Elsa hadn't understood it . Now she did - Quinn had been showing off . " Is the dance club president list confirmed yet ? " Inside the office , the music teacher's voice floated out . Elsa stood outside the door , clutching her application form tightly . She'd tried so many times to knock - but hadn't dared . Her fingertip traced over the words " President Application ." Hurried footsteps sounded from inside . The door swung open , and Elsa found herself face to face with Quinn . Startled , she instinctively hid the form behind her back . Ms , Sarah , the dance teacher , never liked Elsa to begin with . Seeing her there made her frown . Quinn noticed too , 943 0 D She smiled sweetly and walked up , feigning concern . " Elsa , what are you doing here ? You looked like a thief just now . " Ms. Sarah glanced over her glasses and snorted . " Who knows ? Quinn , let's head to the studio . We still have to prep for the competition . " " Okay ! " As they passed Elsa , Quinn suddenly snatched the form from her hands . Reading it , she burst into laughter . Ms. Sarah turned back . " Quinn ? What is it ? " " Ms. Sarah , my sister wants to run for president of the dance club . This is her form . " She handed it over . The paper , already crumpled , now looked even worse . Ms. Sarah wrinkled her nose in distaste . seein Seeing Elsa defeated gave Quinn immense satisfaction . She fought to keep her grin in check and spoke for Elsa , " It's her dream , Ms. Sarah . Could you consider it ? " " Quinn , you know our dance club has a special status at this school . " " Being club president isn't a role just anyone can take . " Her gaze landed on Elsa like a slap . " Especially not someone who can't even count to the beat - let alone lead choreography . " Elsa stared at the floor , biting her lip hard . She reached out to retrieve the form- But Ms. Sarah's indifferent voice stopped her . " Next month we're holding open elections . If you can get two - thirds of the club's vote , you can be president . " For a moment , it felt like a beam of light pierced the darkness in front of her . Quinn trailed after Ms. Sarah . When they reached the corridor's corner , she whispered , " Ms. Sarah … are you really considering letting Elsa be president ? " " Quinn , you're my top student . Of course I want the role to go to you . But school policy demands a vote . Still … do you really think she can beat you ? " Late at night , the dance studio glowed faintly . Elsa lifted her trembling leg in front of the mirror , her wireless earphones playing the piano track . And once again - she tumbled down the practice steps . Send Gifts