BAD OMENS ✬ luke hemmings

1.8 | MUN

Aria is running around to different classrooms on a mission to deliver more note passing paper to each committee. She's underdressed for the event and out of place amongst all the suits and formal attire, then again, she's not part of the Mock UN, so that can't possibly be her fault.

Though, it's cool she has a name tag. Sure it says, assistant helper, which is a huge umbrella term that includes, guide, part of admin, person who walks around with a clipboard to make sure everybody is where they need to be.

She is doing everything. More work than any one of these 'leader positions'.

Aria is jogging towards the room assigned to the Disarmament Committee, clipboard in hand, a stack of note paper under her thumb, name tag repeatedly hitting her chest, and the jingle of her charm necklace echoing throughout the halls.

"Excuse me!" A voice calls out from behind, causing the girl to stop and turn around to face two girls standing lost in the halls.

"Yeah?" Aria breathes out, feeling the continuous vibration of her phone in her back pocket – most definitely from the MUN group chat, asking questions, or for more materials.

"Do you know where the human rights council is?" The girl asks, she and her friend got lost in the halls when the chairs called for a break and couldn't find their way back. "We're a bit lost on where we are."

"Uh, yeah, I do, follow me." Aria replies, wasting no time to turn back around and practically sprint down the halls towards the designated room. She hears the quick tapping from the girls' heels as they try to keep with her.

Aria pulls her phone from her pocket, seeing a request from Helen – secretary general – wanting Luke and Aria to return to the library. She groans, wanting to throw her clipboard against the wall and get into her car and go home. It's been fifteen-minutes, and in those fifteen-minutes this entire event has gone to hell due to demands and missing persons.

She turns the corner, pointing to the open door – that has a big sign – where the human rights committee resides before heading to the DC room. Opening the door, getting blasted by cold air from the air conditioner as she goes around leaving divided stacks of the note cards in the middle of each connected desk.

"Aria!" Lyla whispers, waving her hand to call the girl over. Great, more demands. Aria, sighs, walking across the room to where her old friend sits, "Ayman has been gone for the last thirty-minutes."

"Okay?" Aria says, unsure as to why Lyla is telling her this piece of unimportant information.

"Dr. Moore walked in and noticed he was gone, and no one knows where he went." Lyla continues, "You need to find him before he gets in trouble. He's missed like, half the conference."

"Alright, fine, if I see him I'll send him here." She sighs, "But he's probably in the bathroom, just text him and tell him to get his ass back here before teachers start doing routine checks and send out a search party."

"I tried texting him," Lyla explains, "the message hasn't even been received by him. He's probably in the science bathrooms, there's no service or internet there."

"Fucking Ayman," Aria mutters. "Text Luke, I've got somewhere to be." She says, turning on her heel and striding out of the door. She's not about to walk up to the last floor, go to the science bathrooms to get a guy who signed up for MUN to boost his college application.

It's Ayman, he barely shows up to class at this point, and if he does, he's late. Sometimes, people are not worth the hassle. And as of now, Aria is needed at the library to fix another problem or issue that no one else can be bothered to do.