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The sound of stapling echoed around the empty halls of Dream Island High. Pie, as her friends called her, was holding flyers in one hand, and a stapler in the other, an apathetic expression across her face. She really wished someone volunteered to do this with her, putting the flyers up, because it was getting lonely. Nobody else wanted to volunteer to stay after school to help out Pie, which she saw coming. She was always the 'weird' kid.
Pie had this idea for an anti-bullying/suicide/death club, and she got permission to spread these flyers around to spread the word. It was going to be so helpful to everyone in the school, who was always doing dumb gimmicks that probably would've gotten them killed if wasn't for the highly trained school nurse. This club was serious.
Click, click. Pie stapled two more papers on the school bulletin board. Advertisements from other clubs peeked through the many flyers she had stapled on, some older, ("Become a Freesmart member, you'll always be a friend in our hands!") and some more new, ("Join the Strongest Team on Earth for field day!") But Pie was pretty proud to see that her flyers were the main eye-candy (probably because she had put too many on this one bulletin board.) The blue color on them was pleasing to look at, and the slogan was pretty nice too, "Death Prevention and Creating Trust! (Death P.A.C.T)"
She swung on her bookbag, her tan hairdo swaying as she righted herself. Her red hairband was starting to slip off.
Pie was pleased. Tomorrow, she'll see who had come to join the club. She wasn't expecting a whole lotta people, but a handful would be good. It was for a good cause, after all, who wouldn't want to join?
*** The Next Day ***
"Hey, Tree, look at this." B.H nudged him in the arm.
Everyone in Dream Island High had these really weird nicknames. Mostly based off of what object they looked the most like. Tree didn't really take it as offensive; it was kinda a funny joke.
"Join Death P.A.C.T: Death Prevention and Creating Trust?" Tree squinted his eyes a little and readjusted his glasses. He was dressed as an average student, black khaki pants and a brown shirt. His hair was dyed green and puffed a little, contrasting with B. H's black hair and black shirt and black pants and black jacket. Tree really wished the B.H would go get some fashion sense. All that black made him look so mysterious and eerie.
B.H was the type of person who you would look at and feel like he could kill you with a punch. His face was half-covered with a mask, and he wore little star earrings at the sides of his ears. But really though, B.H wasn't creepy, he just looked creepy. He was actually kind of a dweeb. But no matter what he did to help anyone, everyone hated him anyways. Tree was basically his only friend.
"Yeah. Isn't that like, an anti-suicide club?" B.H breathed, looking excited at the idea. "That would be awesome to be a part of, right, haha?"
Tree grinned. "I guess. It says Pies the founder. You know Pie?"
B.H blinked. "Uh, probably. I know everyone."
"Out of my way!" Tree felt someone shove him in the back. He stumbled and B.H caught him by the shoulder. Tree saw that it was Fanny, that one overly aggressive girl who kept screaming hate words to people. Everyone knew her by her signature choker and blue hoodie. "What's this?"
It took Tree a moment to realize Fanny was talking to him and B.H. B.H supplied in the silence, "I dunno, probably a-a death prevention club? Suicide prevention? Dunno."
Fanny put her hands on her hips. "Damn."
And that was all she said. Turning on her heel, she walked away. Tree glanced up at Black Hole. "Weird, huh?"
"Death prevention? Oooh!" A new voice pierced the air. "Lemme see!"
A chubby girl wearing a white dress examined the poster, popping out of nowhere. "This might be fun!"
"Uh- just saying- I don't really think death is fun-" B.H stammered, but the white-dressed girl waltzed away.
Tree shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "Wanna give this a try? They meet after school."
B.H started, as though he just woke up from a daydream. "Oh, for sure. I wonder who else would be there."
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