Wednesday, May 1 – St. Ivy High
The Bulletin Board Bomb
It started exactly at 8:17 AM.
Sofia—bright-eyed, iced coffee in hand, armed with a folder full of highlighters—marched straight toward the Class 1-A bulletin board like she did every morning.
What she didn't expect was to find a new club application form pinned in the top-left corner.
One she hadn't submitted.
One that looked… disturbingly official.
Her eyes scanned the title.
✧ The Club of Absolutely Nothing ✧
Objective: "To not do anything, but in the company of those doing too much."
Recruitment Method: ???
Members: Open to all who feel like ghosts in a hurricane.
She blinked.
Then read it again.
Then spun on her heel like someone had just challenged her to a duel.
Jay, Calm as Ever
Inside Class 1-A, Jay sat in his seat, twirling a pencil between his fingers.
Amaya had just walked in and left a sealed drink on his desk with a casual "You'll like this one."
Tyler slouched into the room behind her, hair still damp from a too-fast shower.
"You hear about the new fake club?" he asked, yawning.
Jay didn't look up. "Mmm?"
"Sofia's about to explode. It's amazing. She read the form three times and then started muttering in Latin."
Jay took a sip of the drink. "Tastes like peach."
Emma Joins the Confusion
Emma arrived next, flipping through a clipboard of Student Council reports.
She walked straight to Sofia, who was now frantically searching for a red marker.
"What happened?"
"Someone forged a club form."
"…Again?"
"This one's worse. It's existential."
Emma narrowed her eyes, took the paper, and read silently.
A pause.
Then— "...Okay, that's kind of brilliant."
Sofia gasped. "Do not side with the enemy!"
"I didn't say I approve. I said I respect the chaos."
Sofia spun around and pointed a marker at the air like a prophecy was unfolding.
"I will find the culprit. And they will explain the budget plan of 'doing nothing!'"
Word Spreads
By break time, the fake club had already been:
Photographed
Shared across three class chats
Given three unofficial nicknames: "The Vibe Club," "Team Float," and "Ghost Section"
Added to the student bulletin board again in a different hallway
Even teachers were starting to comment.
"Is this a prank?"
"Did someone actually submit this?"
"Honestly, I'd join if I wasn't grading essays."
Jay overheard one second-year whispering:
"What if this is a test? Like… the school trying to see who's emotionally stable?"
He nearly choked on his juice.
Sofia Confronts Jay
Back in the classroom, Sofia slammed a ruler on Jay's desk.
"I have narrowed the suspect list to five."
Jay looked up slowly. "And I made the top five?"
"You're always top five."
"For chaos?"
"For having the gall to be suspicious without trying."
Jay set his pencil down. "What if the club's real?"
Sofia stared at him. "You are not about to Jedi mind-trick me into letting this happen."
Jay smiled faintly. "Worth a shot."
Amaya Asks Quietly
Later that afternoon, as Jay sat under the courtyard tree flipping through an old club pamphlet, Amaya appeared beside him.
He blinked.
She sat anyway.
They didn't talk for a minute. Just listened to the sounds of the wind, the faint shouting of someone spilling paint, and the overachieving pep of Sofia instructing a junior on "sticker symmetry."
Then Amaya asked softly, "Was it you?"
Jay glanced at her.
She didn't look mad. Just… curious.
"Define 'it.'"
"The Club of Absolutely Nothing."
He leaned back against the tree.
"Would you be mad?"
"No."
Jay looked at her for a beat. "Then… maybe."
Amaya didn't respond right away.
Then smiled.
"I brought you extra dessert."
Mr. Brooks Notices
Jay passed by the faculty lounge.
Mr. Brooks was holding the fake club form like it was a riddle written in ancient code.
He looked up as Jay passed.
"You wouldn't happen to know anything about this?"
Jay stopped.
Looked at the form.
Tilted his head.
"Do I look like someone who starts clubs?"
Mr. Brooks narrowed his eyes.
"…That's exactly what makes you dangerous."
Jay smiled faintly. "Appreciate the vote of confidence."
Then kept walking.
The AV Room, Again
He returned to the AV room one last time.
Taped a second club form inside the cabinet.
This one wasn't for the board.
Just for him.
"Membership: Optional. Purpose: undefined.
Mood: drifting, but a little amused."
J.M.
five students had joined the mystery club without knowing who created it.
Two left candies by the desk it was pinned on.
And someone, quietly, scribbled on the form:
"This is the only club that makes sense."
Jay didn't reply.
He just walked out of the building with his hands in his pockets and a soft breeze against his face.