Club / Put Your Hands to the Constellations

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uploaded to wattpad from ff with some minor edits. r&r.

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Pamphlets rest in a trash can as a blue cat sighs to himself again. He crumples up another pamphlet into a ball and shoots it into the trash can. It misses again.

"Why did Mom have to make us do this?" He whined.

"I don't know dude." Darwin shrugged.

Gumball recalls the conversation with Mom that morning.

[*o]

"I just think it would be nice for you to meet some new people," Nicole told Gumball and Darwin, handing them a pile of pamphlets. There had to be at least 100 pamphlets in it.

"Why can't we just meet them during school?" Gumball asked.

"Because clubs will help you find people with the same interests as you," Nicole answered.

"But what if we meet them during school hours," Gumball asked again.

"Just let me know what club you're joining by the end of the day, okay?" Nicole answered, ignoring his question.

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"A lot of these clubs are for boring stuff that you can do in school." Gumball pointed out. "Why do math club when you can do it in school?" He tossed the pamphlet at the trash. Scored.

He pulls another one from the pile his mother had accumulated. 'QUIZ BOWL' it reads. "Too nerdy," Gumball says. He crumples it up into a ball and shoots it at the trash can. Missed. He pulls out another pamphlet, 'PHOTOGRAPHY CLUB' curiously, he opens it, 'TAKE PICTURES FOR THE SCHOOL PAPER'. He remembers photography as a small hobby he used to have in junior high, but couldn't get very interested in because his camera broke and it cost too much to repair or replace.

"Hey Darwin" Gumball turns to the fish on his left, "do you like taking pictures of stuff?"

"I guess." Darwin slightly nods. Gumball hands the pamphlet to Darwin. Darwin reads it.

"Whatever gets Mrs mom to get off our butts over joining a club," Darwin says as he places it on the desk.

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After surviving their first day of high school, Gumball and Darwin arrive at the classroom posted in the pamphlet. Gumball looks into the room window, the lights are off. He tugs on the door, locked. Distraught, the two crouch against some lockers next to the door and zone out, wondering if the club was a fraud.

"Hello!" A young feminine voice greets the pair, scaring them. "This is the photography club room, right?"

"U-uh yeah.." Gumball answers.

Gumball is slightly mesmerized by her appearance, glowing a bright yellow with an orange gradient from the middle down, floating less than 6 inches above the ground, with rounded wings, and antlers also glowing a bright yellow.

She leans against the wall in the transition space between the hall and the door. Gumball and Darwin go back to crouching against the lockers.

After a few more minutes, the "teacher" finally shows up. A 32-bit frog wearing khakis and a sweater vest jams his key into the door and opens it. The trio follows in, the room is small, containing only 9 desks, a projector, and a front table with 6 identical black cameras on them. The frog introduced himself as Mr Corneille.

"Alright kids, I don't have much time so let me go over the basics." He started, "But before I do, does anyone have any questions?"

Gumball raised his hand. "Yes?" Mr Corneille prompted.

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