The Random Creativity Club—soon to be my former club, actually has really random people. The club contains different kinds of students varying to what they like and to the potential they have. Since Eastwood University has a small campus, there are only a small number of students—maybe a hundred or so, even though the school has been standing for ten long years. The RCC has only six members, including me. We all have different kinds of talents like Anje, she’s the most adventurous one. Scyld, the artistic person who mostly prefer Graffiti art than anything else. Danne, the research geek and so as myself, the bookworm. Walter was different because of his athletic love, and lastly, Drake, the one who is born leader. We all have one thing in common though, skateboarding.
Our clubroom is mostly composed of skateboarding materials and ramps that take huge spaces. I wonder why we didn’t call our club as the “Skateboarding Club” instead. But whatever, I’m transferring to the biology club anyways. Drake was lecturing us about what we need to do to keep the club alive, he said he wanted ‘this’ and we need to do ‘that’ so people would join but it was rather useless.
The club has going on for three years now and no one dared to sign up.
“I don’t want this club to collapse! No other club would welcome me like you welcomed me here. And also, the other clubs are boring! They are all academic. Nothing’s new!” Scyld exclaimed, sitting comfortably on the old sofa while trying to shoot the can of soda in the trash bin.
“Well? What do you expect me to do then Scyld? Get down on my knees and beg every freshman to sign up for the club?” Drake told Scyld, Drake wasn’t usually like that; maybe it’s just the spurt of the moment.
Danielle added, “Enough! Stop that, both of you! That wouldn’t help us solve the problem. But if we’re lucky enough to pursue the freshmen to sign up here that would be better”.
“This place is so huge! I bet a car could fit in this place, but nah! Because the only thing I see in here are all of your pained faces. This is useless!” Scyld said and tool her skateboard “I’m going to Amanda’s; beep me when you need me.” She rolled her eyes and took off. Odd, Scyld was usually composed and calm. I don’t know why she blurted out like that.
Walter was entering the room and bumped into Scyld but she just ignored him. “What’s with her?”
“Let her be.” Drake said.
“If you say so, okay then”.
Anje has been staring at her laptop for hours now and still trying to entertain herself with an action movie. Walter positioned himself on the old sofa and tried to sleep Drake’s been hopeless and pressured this past few days “I want to call a meeting”.
“But Scyld just left.” Anje said.
“We’ll tell her anyway.”
Drake made a decision to submit the letter to close the RCC. No one wanted to hear the news but we can’t do anything now, Drake has already decided. And also no progress has been made. There were no reports that the club was either educational or physically healthy.
“I’m going to Australia that’s why we should cut ties with the club” Drake announced.
Anje stood up and said “That’s just selfish Drake.”
“No Anje, I’m not. Since none of you guys are willing to take over the club and no new members have been made, it might as well be demolished rather than rot it up.” Drake stated.
