At Lincoln High School, a student can join any one of a number of different clubs and organizations through the school. One of the most popular is definitely the drama club which is coupled with the set construction club that works on the different plays and musicals during the year. It’s easy to see more than thirty students that were involved in it during one year, which was pretty big for a club that ran the entire year in such a small school. Two students in particular were regulars at the Thursday afternoon meetings; me and my best friend Erin. Oh! I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Jessica. Erin and I are best friends and we do a lot together but our passion for acting and having fun is unparallel with anyone else. We’ve been best friends since middle school and now that we’re seniors, we have so many more responsibilities.
Both of us celebrated our eighteenth birthday in October so we’re looked at as leaders of the club. Well… not the biggest leaders though. Neither of us are officers in the club; those positions were always filled by the stuck-up characters in the group. These were the girls and the one boy who thought they were better than everyone else. They were the best actors, the best singers and just the most overall talented in the club. Everyone got along with them anyways, except for us, of course. We think their ways of leadership are far from benevolent. Even though the officers don’t have to do much except plan meetings, they take their job more seriously than they probably need to. Just to help you get some background to the story, I should probably talk about them a little bit.
Well let’s see, there are five officers in the club but only three of them are very outward about how good they are. A couple of them are actually really nice. There’s the president, vice president and secretary that we can’t stand. We have our reasons but I’ll get to that later. The secretary’s name was Gina and her last name is WAY too hard to spell. She’s of some in Asia but I never wanted to ask what it was. Anyway, she’s really short, probably barely five feet tall and she had a little weight to her but she definitely wasn’t fat. It was all stored in her chest and butt anyway, perfect for the hormonally-charged boys to look at. She had dark hair and dark eyes and she had dark skin to go along with it. She had that nails-on-a-chalkboard kind of voice when she yelled at people and, believe me, she did a lot of yelling.
Sitting next to her at the meeting was the vice president, Jessi. I know it may get a little confusing having two Jessica’s in the story but since I’m telling the story, I won’t need to say my name. She was the uber-popular, hourglass-figured brunette with a soprano voice to die for. She had blue eyes to get lost in and had a sweet attitude… to most people. If she didn’t like you, this girl would become a firecracker. She was quick to jump off the handle so kids needed to be careful not to rub her the wrong way.
Finally, there was the President; the most bossy of any of them. Her name was Tamara, Tammy for short, and she could overpower any of them because, well, she was the President. Her and Jessi were best friends so the two were good at coming up with plans together. Unlike Jessi’s figure, Tammy had more of a pear-shaped body with big thighs and a big butt. And since she had a little more meat on the bones, her breasts were bigger than even mine. She rarely yelled because she had this cool aura about her. She walked with such distinction that she didn’t need to flaunt that she was the top dog around.
Well I introduced all of them and I haven’t even talked about what this story was about. It was February and it was time for one of the drama club fundraisers called “30 Plays 60 Minutesâ€. Basically, selected students of the drama club had to perform 30 short plays in an hour or we lost a little of the money we tried raising with ticket sales. Of course, the officers were in charge of whom got to act in them. The roster was already picked out and, somewhat thankfully, all five of us got to be on the same stage together. Unfortunately for Erin and I, things in the coming weeks would get more difficult.
((I will get to the tying up part later. Please comment on how my writing style is. Thanks.))