Apathy Whatever, Some Classthing, Friday Afterblahblahblah, What the Fuck Do You Want, Anyway?

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So. George was here. Other people were here, too. That was good. Whatever.

George was here, sitting and listening to her headphones so that she could ignore everyone. That was probably going to last until a good five to ten minutes after the club meeting was supposed to start.

And then, abruptly, she pulled the headphones off and tossed them onto the desk in front of her.

"Why can't people just leave us alone?" she asked. "Maybe I don't want to talk. Maybe it's none of your business and nobody asked you, anyway. Maybe we're fine and people should just fuck off. There. You want a topic? Why people should fuck off. And how much it sucks that they don't."

Yeah. This club was a regular beacon of sunshine. Did they really expect a cheerier topic?

And if so, why were they in Apathy Club?

Comments

At Least It's Not That Fucking Old Guy Any More

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

Also known as, say hi to our faculty advisor, who is apparently supervising this abyss of apathy and misanthropy.

Re: At Least It's Not That Fucking Old Guy Any More

[prof_of_cunning]

Supervise? Whatever. Edmund would be there at the back with his feet propped up on a desk, reading Master and Servant Monthly (which publication had undergone quite a few ...editorial changes since the late 1700's, apparently) and casting a jaundiced eye over the classroom every once in a while to make sure they hadn't set it on fire.