That week's meeting was going about just as usual. People shouted, people fought, a small percentage took notes, while some threatened to keep the peace with violence and some were awesomely annoying. Everything carried out smoothly. Everything was completely normal. Well, as normal as a meeting could've possibly been. It's too bad that good things always have to come to an end.
A blonde haired male scooted his chair back and walked up to the front of the room. With his back to the chalkboard he surveyed the crowded room. Many people were bickering and no sound could be distinguished from the other. It was a harsh cacophony of noises. The blonde turned his head and motioned at a brunette. The brunette male not much older than the first joined the blonde at the front of the room. " Attention!", snaped the blonde only to have his voice washed away in the sea of noises. " Attention please!", he repeated, ignoring the beaver trying to rub up against his jeans like an awkward, overgrown house cat. Still nobody listened. He narrowed his dark blue eyes as he walked back to the table.
Instead of taking a seat he slamed his hands down on the table with all the force he possed. It's surprising he didn't dent the table's varnished surface or just flat out break it in half all together. This action brought momentary sweet, sweet silence to the chaotic room. Much too soon to both the male's despair the noise almost immediately started up again.
The brunette shot the whole group a death glare, wielding the shotgun he had just conjured out of thin air. He positioned his finger over the trigger and aimed at the nearest most annoying target he could find. A strained hush fell over the room. The tension was so thick you could've almost cut it. He gave the slightest nod to the blonde. " Okay first order of business, " he said loudly pausing for dramatic effect. "Speeches!" Several groans, hateful protests and angry bouts of muttering followed the announcement. He put a hand up to his temple and decided to simply ignore them. " Your speech may only for the duration of your allotted five minutes and please," he said emphasizing the word. "Please make sense!"
The least petrified occupants nodded their heads while others sat rigid in their seats held back by the invisible force of tension. " If you raise your hand I'll think about calling on you ," he said and sat down. His accomplice took the seat directly across from him. After several long moments a single brave soul dared to raise their hand. Hopeful blue eyes hide behind plastic rimmed glasses. " Call on me because I have an awesome plan, " he whispered in a sing song voice not wanting to be caught speaking out of turn. He waved his hand around franticly hoping to be called on.
Finally at the end of his short amount of patience the blonde groaned and face-palmed. He glanced around the room, but found not a single other soul with a hand raised and was forced to call upon the teen.