Wednesday
"Welcome to the drama club. Just sign here and have a seat in the auditorium until our president arrives," said the guy behind the desk, handing me a pen.
I signed, and so did Noah, before we entered the auditorium. A teacher in his mid-forties, with black hair streaked with gray and circular glasses, stood on stage holding some papers. He wore brown pants, a plaid shirt, and shiny black shoes.
Noah and I sat in an empty row while a few guys in the opposite row checked me out and smirked at each other.
"Welcome! Our president will be a bit late, so I'll introduce myself. I’m Mr. Lawson, the drama and art teacher, and I established this club two years ago," he said. "Since it's summer school again, the drama club will have a show on the last Monday of the semester."
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