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|BLACK HOLE’S POV|
8:36 AM. My first day here and I’m already late. The school smells clean, and I’m immediately greeted by the sight of brand new and expensive looking royal blue lockers. This place is much better than my old, tattered school. My father just got a new job, so my family just packed up and moved here and gave me a week’s notice. However, I don’t want to move. Leaving all of my friends is something I’m still not over.
While holding a piece of paper with my locker number and code on it, I walked down the halls trying to find where it was located. As I walked, I noticed some miniature boy at the end of a hallway. It must’ve been his study hall period. He seemed to be trying to convince innocent students walking past him to join some club. This kid looked almost prepubescent. He was short, and not to mention he has ghost roots, dyed purple. If it weren’t for the dyed hair I’d think he was some random 7th grader who broke into the school. He didn’t seem to be very persuasive because when he’d be talking to people, they just walked away from him. Since I felt bad, and I desperately needed a friend.. and help getting to my locker, I approached him.
“Oh! Hello there,” the young man exclaimed to me. His voice was definitely one of a late bloomer.
I’m more of the antisocial type, but I tried to seem kind and respectful. I’ve been told my attitude can be scary. I don’t try to be that way. It just comes naturally, “Uh, hey,” oh my stars, did I sound too excited? Was it obvious I was faking my attitude?
“How do you feel about death?”
Thats why everyone has been walking away from him. He asks them that when first meeting them.
Taken aback, I respond with, “Well, I believe it’s... horrible.” It’s an odd conversation starter, but I can’t deny, it caught my attention. “Why do you ask?”
A sharp, deeper voice cuts through, “Marker! You can’t ask people that!”
Marker. That must’ve been his name, but who’s this person? His messy, muted green curls swish from how fast he turns around to look me straight in the eyes. His stern look gone and replaced by a soft smile. He was definitely more approachable than I was.
Adjusting his glasses, he apologizes, “I’m very sorry about his behavior. He just wanted to know if you wanted to join our club.”
I did desperately need friends as I stated earlier. What better way to make friends than a club?
“I guess it depends,” I shrug. “What’s the club about?”
“Death prevention!” He exclaims.
“I-I’ll think about it,” I nervously chuckled out. I don’t know if I was interested in the club or if I was just interested in him.
“We are called the ‘Death P.A.C.T.,’” He smiled sweetly. “We’re glad you’re thinking about joining us! We try to make amends to our school and make it a safer environment for our students.”
He talked on and on. I listened and listened. His voice sounded different and brighter from his earlier disappointment. Marker just stood there behind him nodding along. I almost forgot about him.
“I’m the club leader, but I try not to boast!” He was extremely polite and excited to have a new member it seems. He holds out his hand to me, “I’ve never seen you around. I’m Tree! Tree Evergreen!”
I hesitantly take his hand in mind to shake. He has a firm grip. He seems almost professional. Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to him.
Shakily, I respond, “Yeah, um, I just moved here. I’m Black Hole. I’m a junior”
“Nice to meet you!” He smirks and shakes my hand. Then he lets go, unfortunately. “I’m a senior. Welcome to Goiky! Oh! Also,” He points to that purple boy again. “This is Marker Washable. He is a freshman, so he’s looking for friends like you probably are!”
“Nice to, uh, meet you!” I just waved haphazardly at him. “I… think I’ll come to your first meeting and see if I enjoy it from there.”
“Amazing! I hope to see you there.” He grabs my hand to shake it one more time without warning. “We meet every Wednesday,” I can’t help but look at how nice his hands look. His nails are painted pitch black and well kept.
Tree lets go and subtly nudges Marker who hands me a brochure about the club.
Marker perks up, “If you make some other new friends, try and convince them to join. We are hoping for more members.”
I just nod at both of them. My gaze seemed to lock on Tree for slightly too long. I wonder who else is in the club. I’ll have to see at the first meeting I assume. I turn around and walk off.
When I was far away I remembered I still need to find my locker.