Walking Dead Game Collection

"The PTA"

Title: The PTA
Characters: Clementine, Luke
Summary: At a PTA meeting, Linda, an average mom, begins to harass Clementine for her natural hair. In an act of defiance, Luke stands up, amongst everyone, and roasts her.
Author's Note: this was so funny and fun to write lol
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"This is stupid."

Luke gave a stiff smile at Clementine's comment as he turned on his signal light. "I agree Clem, but we don't really have a choice here." Clem said nothing, only sunk deeper into the passenger seat, tugging her notebook tighter into her chest.

The monthly PTA meeting was being held at Clementine's high school. While neither of her parents were on it, and while neither of them cared to be, there was only one reason why they'd even bothered to ask Luke to take Clementine: bonus mark.

Luke's family had been friends with Clementine's for as long as they could remember. When he was a teenager, he babysat her. Seeing as they were just down the street, the two of them often wandered around together on summer days when neither of them had anything else to do. They were used to each other and had grown up like distant, albeit respectful, siblings.

So, when Clementine's social studies class offered bonus marks for attending the PTA meeting to see how a formal organization committee was held, her parents immediately turned to Luke to do them the favour.

"If we go, they'll ask us to join the committee." Her mom said. "And that's the last thing we want." Luke completely understood and took up the task right away. The 20 bucks they gave him as thanks were just a bonus. He deserved the pay if he was to sit in on a boring PTA meeting for his Tuesday night.

As Luke parked the car and slipped out, Clementine trotted behind him. She wasn't a poor student in any regard, but social studies wasn't her strong suit. Her parents leapt at the chance for her to get bonus marks. Coming wasn't a choice, it was a demand.

The auditorium was barely full; as to be suspected. Up on stage there was a single plastic table and three chairs. On the left was the vice-principal, on the right was the school's PTA president, and in the middle was the school's principal.

With a deep breath forcing back the urge to roll her eyes, Clementine politely followed Luke's lead and took a seat on one of the chairs set up on the floor. She opened her notebook to a bank page, jotted down the day's date, and slouched into her chair.

They sat in relative silence, Luke tugging out his phone and scour social media, until a voice sounded from Clementine's right. "Oh!"

Clementine glanced up from absentmindedly doodling in her notebook, spotting a middle-aged woman standing in the aisle by her side. Clem took a sweeping glance at her and faintly furrowed her brows. "Are you okay?" She finally asked.

"You must be Clementine," the woman said, her smile strained and forced. Her hands clasped each other in front of her waist. Her dress looked soft and expensive, and given her ruby necklace and matching earrings Clem assumed that it was. The woman bent forward slightly, hoping to better speak to the child that way. She gave Clem a once over, taking in what she was wearing and how she was sitting. "I hear so much about you from my daughter Jessica."

Clementine furrowed her brows. She was Jessica's mom? Clem and Jessica weren't enemies, per se, but were not in the same social circles. She was on the cheer team, was on the student council, was applying for every post-secondary scholarship she could get her freshly-manicured little hands on. "She talks about me?" Clem asked. Given by the tone of Clem's voice, Luke sat upright.