Blog-iary: After Hours: Club Edition PREVIEW #2

Mrs. Owens came into the room and placed her stuff down. She then told us about the new year and how we’re going to continue to get this school to be a ‘green school’. This meant Mrs. Pratt wouldn’t be dealing with Green Team itself like last year. She then started explaining to all the new members (basically everyone except me). There hasn’t been a lot of people in Green Team since 6th grade. Back then the group was huge. There had to be two separate groups, one had all 8th graders and the other one had 6th and 7th graders. The two groups would alternate between each other every week. There were around seventy people in the whole team, but now there are only twelve members. If you’ve been on this blog long enough, you would know how important Green Team is to me. So, just seeing how much the club has shrunken is heartbreaking. To be quite honest, there’s probably going to be only six Green Team members next year.  

Anyway, Mrs. Owens told everyone what hallways to work in. Danny, Jenny, and Val had the back hallway and Mike and Recce had the seventh-grade hallway. Mrs. Owens told me to watch what everyone was doing since I’m a student Green Team leader. While walking to the bins, I started talking to Recce.

“Sorry about Danny, he can go overboard sometimes,” I said.

“It’s ok, everyone tends to ask for food and stuff once in awhile.” he said.

“I guess so. Hey, were you in S.T.E.M last year?” I asked.

“Yeah.” he said.

“Cool. Did you ever work with Jimmy in 6th grade?” I asked.

"No, but I really hate how he treats a few of his group member after S.T.E.M and everyone else in S.T.E.M.” he replied.

“Yeah. I sadly had to be on of his group members.”

“Ouch, how bad was it?” he asked

“Let’s just say after the final competition, him and his friends wanted nothing to do with me. They ignored me any chance they could.” I replied.

“Wow, well, at least this year you know not to work with him.”

“Weeelll, I’m not exactly going to do S.T.E.M this year or ever…” I said

“Why?” he asked.

“The experience was just that terrible,” I said.

“How so? I don't think he treated anyone in that group like crap during club sessions.”

“That’s why, though. The group was so nice to me and treated me like family. I still remember the times the group and I hung out around Rock Creek. It was the first time in a while that I felt like I really had friends. But to have them just ignore me like I was a useless piece of garbage made me heartbroken.” I said.

“Well, on the bright side of things, your new friends looks like they won’t abandon you.” he said.

“I-”

“Hurry up, Reece! We need to get bins before everyone else gets them.” Mike interrupted. He was about fifteen lockers ahead of us.

“Guess I got to go. Let us continue our conversation after Green Team?” Reece offered.

“Sure, see you later.” I said.

Once I arrived near the bins, Ms. Owens told me I should try to help Danny’s group since Mike has been in Green Team before. This was back in 6th grade during the golden age of the group. Before I left to Danny’s hallway, Ms. Owens gave me the keys to the dumpster so I could open the dumpster at the end.

In the back hallway, Danny, Val and Jenny were surprisingly waiting for me.

I greeted everyone and Danny said:

“So, what do we do now?”

I gave everyone a quick tutorial of what we’re supposed to do and then came up with a plan of what to do. I split the group into two groups. One group with Jenny and I and the other with Danny and Val. My group started with Ms. Pratt’s room since it was the closest. While working with Jenny, she tried to create small talk.

“So, how’s life?” Jenny said.

“That's a pretty big question to ask.” I said, mockingly.

“Phett, you know what I meant.” Jenny replied, a bit annoyed.

“Life is nice, I guess.” I said.

“How exactly?”

“So, are you just going to interrogate me until we get to Mr. Oakley's room?” I said, she laughed a little.

“I just want to start a conversation.” she said

“Pwebt, you and your conversations.”

“Hey, conversations are a gateway to having a nice and strong friendship.” she defended.

“Yeah right, I've never had a strong friendship.” I said with disgust.

“Well, yeah, but you're only thirteen. You've still got decades to create new friendships.” She said.

“I guess so.” I replied.

“Soo, why not make your first strong friendship now with me?” she said. She gave me the same facial expression she gave when she wanted me to join Danny's conversation. I stared at her for a few seconds and said:

“Can I trust you?”

“Why wouldn't you?” she said.

“I don't know… people change and-”

“Dan! We need your help!” Val yelled from across the hall.

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