The Secret Reject Society

Prologue

"That's bullshit." I spat out to my friend Aiden Palmer, chomping down the last bite of a cream cheese bagel.

"Dude I swear, I was out at the field when they passed by." Aiden added to the statement by pointing to his left.

"That is exactly why I don't believe you Palmy, and you do know that I actually can't see you pointing to the left. Plus, it's only 6:45... I presume they won't get here until like 7:30 at the earliest. " I chuckled, then looked at the call information:

Call with "Palmy" 16:45 minutes

You see, Aiden had quite the reputation as an idiot, pervert and pothead; as his best friend I can guarantee that all of the rumours were well deserved. Whenever he was in an uncomfortable situation, or just high as shit actually, I was stuck with babysitting duty and entrusted with keeping him from hitting on random girls. In my defense, the kid was hilarious and proved to be one of the most entertaining people I ever met. Honestly, what is life without entertainment? Pretty crappy.

"How'd you know I pointed to my left then?" Palmy asked puzzled.

I snorted loudly, sighed, then began to explain.

"12 years is a long time buddy, it would be weird if I didn't know the weird shit you do. Where are you?"

"Field."

I sighed again, this time hitting my forehead with my palm.

"You're high aren't you?"

"Yep."

"I'll meet you up after Carol comes by HQ, alright?"

I made sure that I gave the instructions slowly so that he wouldn't miss anything important.

"Alright. See ya Cap!" He hung up.

I locked my phone, then put it in my right pocket. Raising my head, I stared at the river. The rising sun reflected on the water, making it seem brighter than usual. I sat on my private spot like every morning, to watch the sunrise, have a bagel and some coffee, and try to be as philosophical as possible. There was something about forests and sitting on trees that made me feel like the romantic kind of person. It was nice of enough of a feeling that it made me want to wake up at around 6 every morning. Apart from being hungry, philosophical and inspiring, I spent my time trying to figure myself out. Needless to say, I was not very successful in that. Every once in a while I felt the need to make some snarky remark about how weather or something stupid like that to fool myself into thinking I was making some sort of progress with my identity.

I heard some bushes move nearby, signaling someone's arrival. I prepared for the encounter by jumping inside the hole on the roof, and making my way to the door.

"Who dares come into SRS!!!!? State your designated name and password." I spoke sternly to the visitor.

"C'mon Kaden, who else would come to HQ if the pothead is clearly out smoking?"

The girly voice seemed to have an annoyed, yet playful edge to it. It was impossible not to recognize it. But rules were rules.

"First of all, you do not refer to me as Kaden, we all have nicknames for a reason. Second, rules are rules. Third, state your assigned nickname and password Ms. Brenz."

I heard her clear her throat, and knock the door 4 times.

"I, Carol Brenz, seek to enter The Secret Reject Society. As an initiated reject I have sworn to defend those who have been neglected, to answer the fear plagued pleads of those who can't answer them on their own. Now... May I come in Cap?"

I opened the door with a huge smile, it always felt so good to hear how committed the rejects were to the cause.

"Attagirl! Get in here Carol!"