The classroom was actually pretty chill for once. No drama, no one yelling. I was just doodling a sick-looking sword in my notebook. Life was good.
Then the door slid open.
In walked a girl with glasses, holding a clipboard like she was about to pass judgment on us all. Student council.
"Excuse me," she said, and the whole room went quiet. "Just a quick announcement. Club activities are resuming tomorrow."
'Whatever,' I thought, going back to shading the sword's hilt. 'Doesn't involve me.'
"Also," she said, tapping her pen on the clipboard. "Due to a new school policy, club membership is now mandatory."
My pen froze.
My brain froze.
'Mandatory?' The word just hung there in my head, blinking like a massive error message. 'Are you shitting me?'
"You have one week to sign up," she finished, completely oblivious to the fact that she'd just sentenced me to death. "That is all."
She turned and left.
The classroom went nuts.
"No way!"
"They can't do that!"
