ʏᴇᴀʀʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴄʟᴜʙ

Chapter 1

INFO: idk if there will be a consistent length of chapters or publishing,, but enjoy anyhow

!!TW!! language, slight homophobia, slight transphobia

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A medium-sized poster hung on a bulletin board near the cafeteria's entrance. Near it, other posters advertising different clubs were scattered about, aiming for the same goal as every other: to gather at least eight members.

Some clubs filled up faster than others. These clubs were often the ones that were harder to get into, like Honors Society. While lines on these posters were filled almost instantly with names, other posters remained blank, like math club.

The first day went by smoothly. Posters were crowded with first and last names. Few posters remained blank. It was important that the last posters stayed up for the entire first week, even as full ones were taken down by the end of the day.

The second day passed. And the third. The fourth too. By friday, only one poster was still up, with only one name scribbled on a line. Marie Sanchez.

By the second week, it was as if the poster didn't exist. Kids passed by it, but paid it no attention. Well, most kids paid it no attention.

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"Yo, hurry the fuck up Ben," A teenage boy shouted, returned with a disappointed glare from a nearby teacher.

The teenage boy laughed amongst his friends. He was Dylan Sparkes, the school's best wrestler. Tall, and a bit on the bigger side, he had a dirty blonde, shaggy haircut. It rested just above his shoulders and was one snip of some scissors away from being a mullet. The sides of his head were shaved, but his hair flopped over it. He wore a navy blue bucket hat with his hood over it. His hoodie was a mustard yellow and said 'Ambler HORNETS' on it. He wore some gray/black sweatpants and navy blue air forces.

"How many credits d'you got, Sparkes?" Another kid, supposedly Ben, asked.

"Pfft, why do you wanna know?" Dylan pulled out his phone and opened Snapchat.

"'Cause, I was just talkin' to a teacher and she's been talkin' all about some sorts of credits we need to graduate."

Dylan sighed, rolling his eyes and closing out of Snapchat. He opened Safari and searched up their school website, skimming a page about credits, "After next year I'll have enough to graduate."

"Dammit! I ain't got enough. Means I'ma have to take some summer classes--or get held back."

"For real?" Dylan looked at Ben.

"Yeah...Lemme see your phone," Ben reached for Dylan's phone.

"What? No--" Dylan began, but his phone was already being looked through.

"You'ere wrong," Ben said, scrolling a bit more.

Dylan looked at him as they neared the cafeteria, "No I'm not. You're missing something."

"Am not," Ben held up the phone, "You're missin' half an elective credit."

Dylan looked at the phone for a moment before snatching it back, "You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me. I did all the math and shit last year."

Ben grinned, "Guess you'll be joining me in summer school~!"

Dylan shook his head hastily as they neared the bulletin board, "There's gotta be some club that'll give me half a credit."

"There's not. All of 'em got cleared out last week," Ben said, slightly irritated.

Dylan squinted at the board, "Nah, there's one right here." He pointed to a poster that read 'YEARBOOK CLUB'. There was information below the title, stating that it gave 0.5 credits. In other words, just enough for Dylan to graduate without summer school.