Romans & histoires Eltingville Club Show

They stood side by side near the drink station, watching as Brenda tried to teach Preston the electric slide and nearly knocked over the recycling bin. “I wasn’t sure people actually did this stuff,” Eli said, unwrapping his sandwich. “Like, throw welcome parties.” Callie shrugged. “We don’t. Not really. But you survived Aisle Eleven with dignity. That earned you some points.” “I think I lost a small part of my soul to the pantyliner pyramid.” “You and everyone else,” she said, mock-grave. Eli chuckled. “So how many welcome parties have you been to?”

HORACE Elisha had practically dragged me out to the most exclusive club, just like every other night since she had showed up. Parties, endless alcohol, loud suffocating crowds, flashing strobe lights, anything to distract me. Anything to stop me from thinking about the bloody mess my life had become.

“Aba’y dapat lang ano! Hindi porket finally nakapasok ka na sa drama club at pumayag ako dyan kay Philip ay magkakalimutan na tayo gumala.” Speaking of drama club, we are seated at the meeting hall for a brief meeting about a play that will beld on the main auditorium next month October. Hindi ko alam nung una kung bakit kasali ako sa head meeting nila eh hindi naman ako ang officer in charge para sa props, sa katunayan ay crew lang ako. Nakita ko naman si ate Eli, ang secretary ng club. Lalapit sana ako para magtanong but then sir Clarence entered the room and started the meeting.