30th Day of July.
“Calling the attention of all music enthusiasts, singers, songwriters to come and join the coolest club ever: The Harmony, where we create a new breed of stars.”
Mr. Baltimore, the Harmony Club instructor announced to a section in 1st year college students. He stood uprightly next to the teacher’s table in front of the class; wearing his long-sleeve typed uniform, brick red in color with a matching checkered necktie and jeans, bald cheerful face and not to mention, his braces and red-framed glasses completed his teenage-like-get-up or shall I say, feeling-teenage-get-up.
“So if anyone of you wishes to be a star, don’t hesitate to approach me and I will surely welcome you to The Harmony.”
“Oh shut up, Mr. Teenage-hoper-with-a-fancy-get-up, nobody will ever enroll in your club! Your club is only for weirdos!” Dixon interrupted Mr. Baltimore.
“And we might even win a one-way-ticket to a psychiatric hospital because of your silly club.”
He suddenly stood up from his seat, third in the column and second in the row, just beside his basketball friends. “Right, guys? Nobody will sign up in your club! NOBODY!!!”
“I-I’ll just go… Thank you Ms. Fisher” Mr. Baltimore opened the door and made his hushed exit. But before he was able to go out of the room, he took one last glimpse at the class one more time but unfortunately a bunch crumpled ball papers were thrown before him and everyone else laughed at him.
Clearly, he was a battered teacher in that school.
“Ha-lle-lluiah!!! Ha-lle-lluiah!!! Oh my~ what a fucking club with a fucking teacher!!!” Dixon tormented, everybody in the class laughed at him.
“Stop it now, Mr. Dixon Morgan. You’re conduct is inappropriate and for that, you just earned another detention with me this afternoon.” Ms. Fisher interrupted.
“Oh crap.” Dixon muttered in his seat.
The sound of a person knocking on the door, Ms. Fisher opened it and saw Mrs. Lin; the School Principal standing with all her integrity and prowess, beside her is an innocent, silent looking lassie.
“Good Morning, Ms. Fisher, this is Ms. Mae Hale, she just enrolled this morning and I hope that her presence in your class will be of help.”
“Thank you Mrs. Lin. Well, hello Ms. Hale. Welcome to science class!” Ms. Fisher placed her arm around Ms. Hale’s waist and stirred her way in the room.
“Ok listen up people! You have a new classmate here. Please pay your full attention to her.”
Everybody in the room watched at Mae and so does Dixon, whose expressions are kinda telling everybody that “she’s mine”.
“What is your name chic?” Dixon asked arrogantly with his feet on his desk, flashing Mae a creepy and freaky look.
“Hello. I’m Mae Hale, call me Mae, I came from Cambridge University, we lived in Michigan before we moved here in California.”
Mae finished her little speech and she peeped at Ms. Fisher. “That would be all, Ms. Fisher.”
“Well, thank you Ms. Hale. Please take your seat at the back right next to the window.”
“Thank you, Ms. Fisher.”
Mae strolled her way in the isle, tightly holding her blue-black-colored sling bag, passing Dixon where she was gripped by Dixon’s hand. Mae looked at Dixon, who was holding her hand and said,
“I would like to get my hand back, please?”
“Would you like o have lunch together? I and my friends would be so happy if you will join us.”
“No thanks, I don’t really feel like hanging out with a bunch of dicks. My hand, please?!” Everyone in class wowed at Mae’s confidence.
“Go then, have yourself! You just messed with the wrong guy.” Dixon furiously said. He wasn’t able to have a newbie this time, not someone like Mae.
When Mae reached her place, sitting just one chair apart is Anthony. He was pretty silent, surrounded with books, the looks of a geek freak or just simply someone full of intelligence.
“Umm… Excuse me, may I pass?”
Mae asked Anthony looked at her with his cool brown eyes.
“Oh yeah I’m sorry.”
The science class finally started, it was a science lecture class because there were no test tubes, experiment tables, no experimental set-ups and of course no chemicals around. The irritating sound of the bell painted a cheerful face on the students of Denver High.
They tossed their papers up to the high ceiling classrooms, some of them stood up, the others shouted, shrieked and howled flamboyantly. The school intercom petition is about to start, wherein each of the school clubs and organizations are going to challenge one another to claim the Denver’s Best Club 2012.
