Chapter 18

~Noah's Point-Of-View~

"So, since that whole winter dance thing didn't work out...the school is insisting that we hold another program." Blainley Tiny announced to us.

"Well, it's gonna cost a bit of money, and it's kinda short-noticed." Bridgette said while fiddling on her pencil, as usual.

"But isn't Ms. Bush's surgery in a few weeks?" I asked. I got several nods. "Just hold a half-and-half fundraiser/dance." I suggested.

Beth Damon spoke up, "That could work. It's a good incentive for the student body."

"Exactly. Five or six dollars and half goes to Ms. Bush." I enforced.

"But it's still short-notice. I seriously doubt that we can find a decent DJ in three weeks." Blainley said.

"And what about promotion?" Jennifer spoke up for the first time in the past five minutes. I had almost forgotten she was here today.

"Promotion?" I asked.

"You know, posters and all that glitter to inform the student body." she answered.

"Right, right." I nodded. "Wait, all that glitter? That was such an Izzy thing to say." I told her. Her face scrunched up a bit in thought.

"Oi, leave it to Noah to talk about his girlfriend in the meeting." Blainley exclaimed.

"Hey! She's not my girlfriend!" I shouted, slamming a fist on the oak table. Somebody's water bottle almost tipped over. "And plus, how would you even assume that?"

"Because, Noah, it's actually among the more important student gossip topics." she told me. I sighed. Why must high-schoolers, or people in general, insist on blabbing their mouths about what's not their business?

"Hey!" Beth nearly shouted. "Student Council Meetings aren't for discussing personal matter!" she shouted.

"Just one question, though," Jennifer asked. We all turned towards her, and gave her the floor. "How come every time we're at these meetings, we get all official sounding and serious?"

We all erupted into laughter. It was stupid, reckless kind of laughter, but it was welcomed to break the tension in the air. I could tell that we weren't going to get much done for the rest of the meeting.

"I guess I call this meeting to an end?" I announced as Vice-president. Since Courtney wasn't here (And thank God, because today had been a long day at school.)

"Bye guys." we all said as our departing words, along with gathering all of our stuff.

Soon enough I had all my things collected in my bookbag, and I was walking towards the front doors of the school. It was chillier than normal, so I decided to wait on the inside of the school. I stood observing one of the posters for art club. It looked like something Harold Schwartz would have drawn; It's amine-influenced and overly-colored. While observing the drawing, I hear the band's music playing from their outdoor band room. It's some pop song by with a really catchy beat, but most pop music is catchy. I end up tapping my foot to the beat of the music while waiting for my ride.

Eventually the sound ceases to exist, and I have nothing to entertain me as I wait. I fall victim to tapping my fingers on the push-lever on the door. I sigh as I realize that the tune is the same one the band was playing. Music can be so catchy, I'm surprised that it's not used for mind control. Or perhaps it is.

Courtney Millard breezes by me through the other doors.

"Hey, Courtney." I tell her. She stops her brisk walk, and turns around. "I'm surprised that you didn't attend the SG meeting today."

She shrugs, then turns a few degrees more towards me. "I had tutoring for AP Biology. Ms. Garim can be so difficult."

I nod in agreement, because I remember I had that teacher last semester, but for Honors Biology.

"I'm surprised that you guys ended so early," Courtney commented. "I had tried to check in, about ten minutes ago, and I found out that the room was locked!"

"Yeah. After so long, we had realized that nothing was going to be accomplished."

"What happened?"

"Nothing major. Just a little dispute that turned into a joke of sorts." I informed her.

"Over what?" she questioned.

"I actually forgot. It was so trivial." I lied; I didn't forget. It's just that it's...personal... Courtney didn't seem to notice, though.

"Oh, well then. When's the next meeting?"

"Next Wednesday, you know." I told her.

"Hey, I figured that since you ended early and all, that you might have changed the next meeting!"

"A legit reason, I give you that."

"Exactly."

"Yeah... Well, see you around." she told me, then turned to continue walking to whatever destination she had originally set out to.

"Bye." I said to her back. She was always one to walk away before the other properly said "Good-bye".

"Oh hey Noah, old buddy, old pal!" Izzy came screeching towards me on the bus.

"What?" I ask her. She's already starting to annoy me, and she just got onto the bus this morning.

"Did you finish the Business Tech homework from yesterday?" she asks, idling in the aisle of the bus.

"Yeah. But you can't copy it."

"Whyyy nottt Noahhh?" she whines, drawing out the last letter of each word.

"Because, Izzy, this makes the third time this week that you've copied off of me, and Mrs. MT is seriously staring to think that you're coping all the time."

"But I'm not!"

"I'm not arguing with you over this."

"Why not?"

"Because!"

"Because why?"

"Just because!" I shout. Izzy stomps away.

"You're not my friend anymore right now, Noah!" she shouts as she stomps back to her seat.

"Glad to not be!" I shouted back, aggravated that she bothered me this early in the day. Soon enough she's back.

"Okay. You're my friend again."

"Oh, 'tis a pitty, is it not?" I told her.

"Nope! Now can I copy off of you? Now can I? Now can I?"

"Fine! Fine! Take the darned paper and get on with your life, person!" I shouted as I reached into my bag for the worksheet. I thrust it towards her, and she gleefully snatched it from me, and skipped back to her seat.

"Izzy..." I mumbled to myself as I realized that I was going to have to deal with her several more times today.

Holy Roman Empire, this is entirely too short.

Main reason for it being too short is because I REALLY wanted to update this story, to let all know know that I am indeed NOT on hiatus for this story.

Just Writer's Block.

Hopefully I shall update with a chapter with about three-thousand words next chapter. Or two-thousand fifty. Either or.

Please read and review to make me HAPPY.