Puppeteer

Chapter 23-Welcome to my club! (not)

'This club' is the craft club, officially lead by me.

The members are; let me see...Me and myself and I. Yeah, just me, Evan Roadage

How the hell was I able to make a club with only me as a member?

Well I have connections to a very social person (*cough Ast*) who convinced 10 people to become ghost members of this ghost of a club.

What do I do here anyway? Most of the time, we, the trio use this as our second home at school, but I also make stuff such as knitted hats or scarves to sell at the school open day. (surprisingly made quite a profit.)

But to add Violet into the club? Wha... What am I even supposed to do?

"I heard this was a craft club?" Violet boldly asked.

"Ye.. Yeah" Damn I sounded pathetic. "What do you guys do?" "Well... We make scarves, hats, and sometimes help out with making props for the school show I guess..." "If you sign up, you basically don't need to do anything, but you'll still have an extra club in your record!" Ast jumped in.

"Sure. How do I sign up?" I just stared at her, while Ast just stared at Nina, asking for help. In a flourish, Nina produced a piece of paper and a pen. With a dramatic bow, she presented it to Violet who was laughing at the whole process.

After we all claimed our beanbags, Violet showered us with questions. "Who's in this club? I didn't see any names on the paper Nina gave me." "Me, myself and I." I merely stated the truth, which got a handful of protests "Hey!" from both Ast and Nina.

In response, I stared at them. "You, Ast, literally come for the beanbags and snacks" Nina started laughing at Ast "And you, Nina, can't make anything to save your life." Nina stopped laughing.

"Wow, Nina not being able to do something? That's new..." Oh if she knew...

"So what now?" Ast asked, with his mouth full of snacks he magicked up in the air. "We sign up for the envirogroup" Nina replied smugly.