The Conspirators

Remember me? Noah? The star? Well, now that you're all caught up in how I was greatness personified, let me explain how it all fell apart. It all started about a week after my inauguration…

Noah was in his office, playing his Xbox 360 on a private TV. Heather was sitting in front of the office at a desk. Heather was shining a name plate that read "Vice President". She placed in on the desk, out towards the office.

Heather then picked up a coffee mug, and strategically placed it over the word "vice" so nobody could see it. She then noticed that Noah's picture was on the front of the mug, so she turned it around. Noah's picture was on the other side, too.

"Grrr…" she growled. "Owen!" Owen came running up.

"Yea Heather?" He asked.

"Go get me a mug without Noah's picture on it!" she demanded.

"But Heather, these things are all around the school. I don't think I can find--"

"OWEN!"

"I'm on it!" Owen shouted as he ran out of the room. He slammed the door behind him, but it opened soon after. A jock wearing a red sweat suit and headband came into the office.

"Sup?" He asked Heather. "Can I speak to the president?"

Heather looked at Noah's office. "He's busy." she lied. "Perhaps I can help?"

"Umm…okay," he replied.

Stop! Hold it! Okay, see, here's the problem. Soon after I became the president, Heather started taking advantage of her position as lowly vice. She kept making presidential decisions without my consent, like she was in charge. And I'm thinking thats gotta stop.

"There's no way the gym's getting more…what was it?" Heather asked the jock.

"Balls?" he responded.

"Right. I need that money to keep the fashion club going." Heather said, filing her nails.

"But…but how are we going to play sports without any balls at all?"

"Not my problem," Heather replied, not looking up from her fingers.

Just then, the door to the president's office opened up, and Noah came out. He looked over at Heather, and then at Tyler (the jock).

"Oh," Noah said, clutching his head. "Tell me you aren't doing my job again…"

Heather became nervous. "Um…you see, I was just advising this guy here. No damage."

Just then, Owen came back in. "Heather! I found you a mug without Noah's picture on it!" he yelled from across the room. "And it's a great mug, too. See? It says 'I heart dumb mugs' on it! Isn't that funny?" Owen then looked at the now angry Noah. "Is this a bad time?" he asked.

"Heather! In my office now!" Noah said. The two entered the office.

"So do you heart dumb mugs?" Owen asked Tyler. All he received was a very strange look.

"Let me assure you," Heather began before Noah could even talk. "My intentions were pure. I didn't want you to stress your pretty little head. And I was just…"

Meanwhile, Noah was thinking very hard. And was ignoring everything Heather said. "Brother," he thought to himself. "Does this bimbo ever shut up. I've heard it all before. You were napping, it wasn't a big deal, blah blah blah. Eww, what's that? Is that celery? How long has that been between her teeth. Yuck. Get flossing, Heather…"

Noah finally spoke up, interrupting Heather. "Heather you're fired." he said firmly and quickly.

"What..?" Heather asked as if she didn't believe this. "What did you say to me?"

Noah put a finger to his chin. "How else can I put this? You're being let go, your department's being downsized, you're part of an outplacement, we're going in a different direction, we're not picking up your option, you've been voted off…take your pick." Heather could only stare in bewilderment.

Just then, an intercom on Noah's desk went off. "Noah sir? You're three-thirty is here," a voice said.

"Well," Noah opened the door for Heather. "I feel that this has been a most productive meeting. But I understand that you can't stay."

Heather started to mutter and stormed out of the office. "C'mon Owen," she said to the big guy.

Owen followed. "So, you were fired huh? Not that I was eavesdropping, heh heh." Heather and Owen made their way down the hallway away from the office.

Noah pressed a button on his intercom, and replied "Send him in."

Noah sat down in his chair and got comfortable. In walked a large, but not fat, strong teen named DJ. Though he was a heavily built guy, he was somewhat timid.

And here's the man of the hour. This guy, right here. Don't let his shy demeanor fool you. He's the key player in the destroying my life.

"Hey, Noah," DJ greeted.

"Ah ah ahhh," Noah replied. "President Noah."

"President Noah," DJ repeated. "Um, you wanted to see me, sir?"

Noah stood up. "You got it. DJ; President of that animal club."

"That's me," DJ remarked proudly. "And it's the Animal Adoption club."

The two walked out of the office into the hallway. "Why don't you show me your club, big guy?" Noah asked.

"I'd love to!" DJ said. The two walked up a staircase and turned a corner. The room was right in the middle of the hallway.

"This is the room!" DJ said, opening the door and turning on the light. The room was an average sized classroom, but had few desks. There was a row of windows on the opposite side of the classroom. An old blackboard up front showed this room wasn't used for teaching anymore. Large cages were at one end of the room. Some of them held sleeping dogs and cats.

"As you can see," DJ began, "The club and I were able to fix up this room in order to make it a better environment for the animals here."

"Uh huh," Noah said, walking towards the window. "And what's out this window here?"

"The window?" DJ asked, opening one. "From here, you get a beautiful view of the pool outside."

"You don't say…" Noah smirked.

"Yep," DJ nodded. "Sometimes, if you're here late enough when the sun sets, it's the most beautiful sight in the world. The sun gently reflecting on the rippling water. It just feels like the world is singing."

"Great!" Noah said. "Then it's decided."

"What is?" DJ asked.

"Why, the location of my new private hot tub/pool booth."

"What?" DJ asked, almost yelling. "You mean you're going to use our club room as a private viewing deck?"

"Complete with hot tub?" Noah responded. "Of course, this entire wall has to come down. I'll probably replace it with one of those glass walls, to get a good view of the pool. And the animals have got to go. There's no way my pool room is going to smell like wet dog."

I call it "Noah's Pool Palace".

"But, but, you can't do that!" DJ argued.

"Um, president?" Noah said, reminding DJ of his near impervious stature. DJ stared at him angrily. "Oh we're done," Noah added, not noticing.

DJ raised a finger to argue, but couldn't. He walked away dejected. How could he tell his club members what happened?

Noah walked back to the office, taking out his cell phone to call "Beds, Baths and Hot Tubs".

And I lived happily ever after. The end. Right? Wrong! In retrospect, it probably wasn't smart of me to make so many enemies in one day, but what can I say? I'm…me! Who would ever in their right mind hate me?