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Now clubs at Splitway have two requirements: acceptance and advertising. You have to let anyone join who wants to, and you have to advertise your club on the board. Most clubs post huge glittery behemoths. We agreed that we wanted to keep our club a kind of secret. We couldn’t really, but we would try our best. The rules didn’t say how long you had to advertise your club, so we chose to make a small sign and post it only on the first day of school. Scott being his nitpicky self, we couldn’t make a crappy sign, so we let him design it. It was very minimalist, barely fulfilling the requirements of the advertisement. It had the club name and room number on it, as well as saying that we meet every day after school. We chose a room in a back hallway of the school, away from most eyes.
So we were quite surprised when somebody knocked on our door on the first day of school. I was even more surprised when it was Tess who opened the door. I think we all were a little startled to hear her talk.
“Hi, is this the Brethren? I saw your sign on the club board. Can I come in?” se asked.
All I could do was sit there with my jaw barely restrained from dropping. I wasn’t thinking very well at all. This was the invisible girl, the one that I’d seen (maybe even admired) from afar, come to see our club. I wasn’t quite thinking at all. I looked over at Scott. He was polishing his glasses, something he only does when he’s nervous. Cliché, I know, but that’s Scott. Greg, fortunately, is a very quick thinker, recovering admirably quickly from the blow.
“Yeah, it is. Come on in, pull up a chair.”
I looked back over at Scott. His glasses were back on, his eyes narrowed in distrust. Scott is a great guy and everything, but trust is a big issue with him. I guess it’s because he’s kinda nervous all the time. He was still thinking, though. I could tell; his fingers were tapping the desk next to him. I remained silent, but excited.
Tess smiled. “Hi, I’m Tess. Um, I saw your sign on the club board, and it didn’t tell me much of anything about the club. Um… yeah.”
She looked kind of nervous to me, more nervous than Scott normally looks. Her hands didn’t seem to want to keep still, and her feet were hooked behind the table legs to keep then from jittering.
Greg looked at her and pulled his cheesy little half-smile out. “Hey Tess. M’name’s Greg, this is Scott, and over there is Erick with a K. Never forget the K.” Scott tapped his foot, I waved a little. Greg shifted in his chair. “Could you give us a moment? We really weren’t expecting anyone, on account of the size of the sign.”
She brushed a few strands of hair from her face, and then let her hands return to fidgeting. “Sure. I’ll be right here.”
“Awesome. Guys, over here.” He beckoned us to the hallway, and we followed.
“I don’t trust her,” said Scott, once we were outside.
Greg rolled his eyes. “Big surprise, dude. I’m all for letting her in. Did you see her—?”
“No, no I didn’t, you perv. Does she even go to school here? I’ve never, ever seen her around. Not in class or around the school or at lunch or anything. We shouldn’t just let some stranger into our crusade….”
I cut in. “I have.”
Greg laughed. “Of course you have, Erick. You see everything.” He’s not exaggerating, here at least. I tend to see more than most people, like that Mentalist dude. “So tell me, Psychic Erick, what is out young lady in there like.”
I took a breath, and began, arms gesturing freely but not hugely. “She’s been in our school since we were. She’s our age. Her last name is Colton. She’s in most of my classes, so she’s smart, but she never, ever talks. She never raises her hand, even. She’s got maybe two friends, but they seem close. The shirt that she wears most often and probably likes the most is simple, red with only the 1-up mushroom on it. She never wears makeup, and I’m all for letting her in.”
Greg slapped me on the back. Hard. “Okay buddy. Let’s take a vote. Should we let her in?”
“Aye.”
“Nay.”
“Aye. Sorry Scott. You’ve been outvoted,” said Greg, with a smile. “Well, we’ve gotta give her a choice. Let’s go fill ‘er in.” He opened the door, and we all walked back in.
So we were quite surprised when somebody knocked on our door on the first day of school. I was even more surprised when it was Tess who opened the door. I think we all were a little startled to hear her talk.
“Hi, is this the Brethren? I saw your sign on the club board. Can I come in?” se asked.
All I could do was sit there with my jaw barely restrained from dropping. I wasn’t thinking very well at all. This was the invisible girl, the one that I’d seen (maybe even admired) from afar, come to see our club. I wasn’t quite thinking at all. I looked over at Scott. He was polishing his glasses, something he only does when he’s nervous. Cliché, I know, but that’s Scott. Greg, fortunately, is a very quick thinker, recovering admirably quickly from the blow.
“Yeah, it is. Come on in, pull up a chair.”
I looked back over at Scott. His glasses were back on, his eyes narrowed in distrust. Scott is a great guy and everything, but trust is a big issue with him. I guess it’s because he’s kinda nervous all the time. He was still thinking, though. I could tell; his fingers were tapping the desk next to him. I remained silent, but excited.
Tess smiled. “Hi, I’m Tess. Um, I saw your sign on the club board, and it didn’t tell me much of anything about the club. Um… yeah.”
She looked kind of nervous to me, more nervous than Scott normally looks. Her hands didn’t seem to want to keep still, and her feet were hooked behind the table legs to keep then from jittering.
Greg looked at her and pulled his cheesy little half-smile out. “Hey Tess. M’name’s Greg, this is Scott, and over there is Erick with a K. Never forget the K.” Scott tapped his foot, I waved a little. Greg shifted in his chair. “Could you give us a moment? We really weren’t expecting anyone, on account of the size of the sign.”
She brushed a few strands of hair from her face, and then let her hands return to fidgeting. “Sure. I’ll be right here.”
“Awesome. Guys, over here.” He beckoned us to the hallway, and we followed.
“I don’t trust her,” said Scott, once we were outside.
Greg rolled his eyes. “Big surprise, dude. I’m all for letting her in. Did you see her—?”
“No, no I didn’t, you perv. Does she even go to school here? I’ve never, ever seen her around. Not in class or around the school or at lunch or anything. We shouldn’t just let some stranger into our crusade….”
I cut in. “I have.”
Greg laughed. “Of course you have, Erick. You see everything.” He’s not exaggerating, here at least. I tend to see more than most people, like that Mentalist dude. “So tell me, Psychic Erick, what is out young lady in there like.”
I took a breath, and began, arms gesturing freely but not hugely. “She’s been in our school since we were. She’s our age. Her last name is Colton. She’s in most of my classes, so she’s smart, but she never, ever talks. She never raises her hand, even. She’s got maybe two friends, but they seem close. The shirt that she wears most often and probably likes the most is simple, red with only the 1-up mushroom on it. She never wears makeup, and I’m all for letting her in.”
Greg slapped me on the back. Hard. “Okay buddy. Let’s take a vote. Should we let her in?”
“Aye.”
“Nay.”
“Aye. Sorry Scott. You’ve been outvoted,” said Greg, with a smile. “Well, we’ve gotta give her a choice. Let’s go fill ‘er in.” He opened the door, and we all walked back in.
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