The Night Tournaments

5 - Bree

I felt a faint rush of adrenaline as I filled out the application form for the Junior Disciplinary Committee. There was a bunch of questions asking me stuff like why I thought that I was a strong candidate, what I would do in specific scenarios involving unruly students, and my past experience with leadership. 

Flynn let out frequent sighs from his seat across from me as he worked on his application for the Student Council, and I rolled my eyes. I was filling out a tedious form, too, and I wasn't complaining nearly as much.

I finished the JDC application form and closed my laptop just as the last bell rang, indicating that the first day of school was officially over.

"Ah, what a day," Archer remarked, standing up and stretching as the library rapidly filled with excited chatter.

"We'll get used to it," Arielle said, chuckling. 

The four of us split ways when we exited the Equinox Memorial Library, and Flynn and I headed to our lockers, which turned out to be within pretty close range.

"Hey, Cheesebrain, Skipper and I are taking the bus home. Are you coming?" I asked him, pulling my jacket out of my locker. During the last few months of 8th grade, Flynn and I had traveled to and from home together almost every day.

"Sorry, Sherlock. My mom's picking me up today," he told me, smiling ruefully.

"Oh, I see," I replied, trying not to let my voice droop. I was completely fine with him not taking the bus with me if it was just for one day, but if his parents were going to start picking him up from now on . . .

"Well, good luck on your JDC application, Bree," Flynn called, waving as he turned to leave.

"Thanks. Right back at you!" I responded, watching him walk away. I let out a breath and quickly made my way to the part of the school where Skipper's locker was located.

"Hey, sis," she greeted when I reached her.

"Hi, Skip. How was your first day? Does high school live up to your expectations?" I inquired, smirking.

"Well, the fact that classes are boring never changes, but I absolutely love this building," she answered, admiringly looking around. "It makes me feel like one of those preppy private school girls in comic books."

I rolled my eyes as the two of us left the school and walked to the nearest bus stop. I smiled to myself as I gazed out at the majestic hill that separated Seaside Heights from the rest of its surroundings. For the hundredth time, I realized how lucky I was to be a student here.

"Oh, yeah, which extracurriculars are you interested in joining, Skipper?" I questioned, remembering.

"Volleyball, gymnastics, and the Photography & Film Club," she replied, tapping away on her phone.

"Ooh, good choices. Arielle's on the volleyball team, so it would be great if you got accepted," I commented. "Well, I'm planning to join the Junior Disciplinary Committee and the Writing Club, if you were wondering. JDC members have a lot of authority over the school and can do things like issuing detention slips and completing documents for disobedient behavior."

"Are you sure that you're not only applying because you want to vent your anger by punishing other people?" Skipper asked, finally looking up from her screen and squinting at me.

I laughed, waving dismissively. "Come on, that's not the only reason why I want to get a position. What do you take me for?!"

We talked and laughed during the bus ride home, and as soon as we arrived, I headed upstairs to my room to check out the school activity calendar for details about the Writing Club.