Savelia Buzz

Chapter 2

The weekend seemed to fly by in an instant, and before I knew it I was headed back to school on Monday morning.

Making my way down to the hallway, I noticed various club flyers plastered on the walls.

I thought about what Chester said and decided to join a club and maybe make a friend while at it.

I looked at the club flyers. There was a film, photography, cooking, and book club. etc.,

The memory of that film project still haunted me. I had been so overconfident about editing the film solo, thinking I could handle it all. It was entirely my fault for overestimating myself and taking on too much. Even worse, because of my hubris, we all suffered the consequences.

I couldn't help but feel guilty thinking about how my classmates had to deal with my mess up, all because I wanted to show off my editing skills. It was a nightmare I deeply wished I could forget.

As I gazed at the sign-up sheet for the photography club, my thoughts drifted back to the numerous times my mom had requested me to photograph her.

she would criticize every aspect of the shot. It was endless - requests like, "Take a picture here" and "Change it to landscape" echoed in my head.

And the nitpicking didn't stop there. She would also make demeaning comments, such as, "No toes in the shot, please," and, "Angle it a bit, make me look curvier."

I glanced at the signup sheet for the cookery club and immediately dismissed it. Burned kitchen incidents kept me at bay.

Book club on the other hand, struck a chord with me. As an avid reader, I decided to sign up for that instead.

I meticulously scanned the details of the book club's meetup location.

"Well, guess I'll swing by the club after all my classes are done," I let out a sigh as I began walking towards my classroom.

Realization hit me when i realize today was the day our scores are revealed. I wasn't particularly enthusiastic about it though.

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The bell rang, signaling the end of the class, and I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and stretch my limbs. My hard work had paid off, as I glanced at the perfect score on my paper.

"Looks like all that studying, grumbling, and frustration was worth it," I thought to myself.

As I gathered my belongings, I remembered that I needed to sign up for the book club. It was held in the library, just a minute's walk away.

Entering the room specifically allocated for the book club, I found two men huddled in a corner, It was evident from their focused expressions that they were deeply engrossed in their reading.

My gaze shifted towards a girl, who, like them, was engrossed in her book. However, she seemed approachable in comparison.

The silence was broken only by the soft sounds of pages being turned. I delicately placed my bag down and took a seat across from her, attempting to make as little noise as possible.

I cleared my throat to catch her attention, and her gaze lifted from the pages of her book to meet mine. Her face lit up as she apologized, "Oh, I'm terribly sorry! I was completely engrossed in my book, I didn't notice you there at all.