Chapter 11- Volunteers?

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DAY 1 of chapter a day challenge. I will most definetly see this through and I might just finish this book in 28 more chapters? Maybe? Eh, a little more maybe.

The bell rang exactly as I thought, I quickly shove my books and binders in my bag and run out of the room. As I'm about halfway out of the room my teacher calls me.

"Mai, your test!"

"Coming" I groan as I gently take the test from her.

I completely forgot about the stupid test but I got an okay grade, well a grade most of the student got in a AP class, a 86. As she started to call more names I run out of the room to my locker.

"Hey Mai!"

"Oh, hey Micheal, Dean" I nod as I put books in my locker.

Ping

Meet are your locker? -Michelle

Yup -Mai

"Do you need to go?" Dean asks.

"Not really, just my club" I shrug.

"Oh, then I'll just text you about it later" Micheal waves as he drags Dean away.

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As I skip ahead of Michelle into the art room I take a seat at one of the tables. Are we going to work on the T-shirt design for the club today? I am going to pummel everyone participating! I definetly won't let Alex beat me either, she was like the perfect student, tiny, but the perfect student. She was in the popular group, smart and in all the honors and APs, like what? What? How and why was she amazing at art too?

I laugh as Michelle slides into her seat. I lump my jacket on the table and rest my head and arms on the lump. It was way too comfy.

"When's fencing?" I ask, looking up at the marvelous Michelle.

"Ugh, at 3:15" She groans and rolls her eyes. 

People started to come in and sit down, I guess it was almost time!

"At least you have 30 minutes" I try to wink.

My attempts fail as she bursts out laughing gaining some attention and weirded out stares. A fail as usual. As I laugh with Michelle I hear hear a sudden clap. I turn my head to the white board where Milly and Brandon, the co-presidents of the club stood.

"Hey guys! So today, we are going to talk about Coffee House that's this Saturday!" Milly bursts. She was just one of the many excited to host the Coffee house since she was already a senior.

I look around the room and see everyone there, new familiar faces. New people in the middle of the year? Wow.

Coffee House was this event from art club that holds Coffee House in a local coffee shop and people just go up on a stage and read poems and also drink tons a coffee. Yea, just like a poetry reading with snapping fingers.

I stare at Michelle as I wiggle my eyebrows.

"We need to get volunteers to get the supplies" Brandon says.

I immediately raise my hand high up and stare at Brandon. I wanted to do this at least one year and this year I could actually buy decorations that was actually good, let's just say last year was a complete reck, no one said anything but their reaction to what people bought last year was horrifying.

"Ok, ok Mai, and you, you're new, what's your name?" Brandon laughs.

Oh, I'm going to be going with a new member, hope we can get along then. I lean back on my chair as Brandon wrote my name on the white board.

"Andrew" 

Crap. When the hell did he even come in. He wasn't here when I looked.

"Great then, you and Mai are in charge of buying the supplies, of course we'll give you the money and a list" Milly rapidly says.

Crap! My life was spiraling out of control. Or was I being too dramatic? I just didn't want to feel my heartbeat, it felt weird as hell. I can't let this opportunity pass, I'm commited to buying decent, no awesome decorations this year and I'm not going to let some first crush who snapped back at me ruin that. No, I'll act as friendly as possible. Hell, I'll even act like an angel.

I smirk as I fold my arms and laugh an evil laugh inside, one Dr. Evil would be proud of. I feel someone poke my arm and see it was Michelle.

"Are you going to be okay?" she asks as she looks back at Andrew who was leaning on a wall nonchalantly. That little mother- he isn't even bothered?

"Yea, I can't back down now can I? He is on" I smile.

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