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// The Booth 
// Story: Opinions 
// by All Art Is Quite Useless 
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Rainbow stood in the voting booth, ballot paper in front of her, pencil in mouth. She couldn’t help but notice that the left party’s box was at the bottom of the paper, she wasn’t sure why.

Throughout her journey to the building, she had initially been thankful for the relative silence, but quickly realised that it had given her thoughts the leave to run around her mind recklessly, adding to her confusion. 

Rainbow still had no clue who to vote for, for every argument she had heard, a counter argument had been there, and for every point one party conceded, the other had ended up doing the same eventually.

Alright. I’m gonna close my eyes, spin around, and whoever I tick, I tick.

So, she did so. Rainbow closed her eyes, spun around in the cramped ballot box, pencil still clutched in her mouth, scribbled on the paper at random, and opened her eyes.

There it was, she beheld it. In front of her, there was a surprisingly neat little tick on the top box, completely in place and ready to be slipped into the box in front of her.

Well, great. Rarity would be happy, I guess. Rainbow stood, completely stagnant. Guess I should post this now, right? Again, she didn’t move an inch.

After about thirty seconds of consideration, she poked a head, and then a hoof out of her booth, a few pieces of ripped up paper balanced atop it. “Excuse me?” Rainbow called out, “I think I made a mistake on my ballot paper, can I have another one please?”