Snippet #2360046

Darci laughed when he bumped her back. She always loved the fact that they didn't care what they did in public together; they did whatever they wanted to or felt like doing. He went on about talking how he was to stay at her place tonight. She laughed as she responded, "Yeah, 'cause we both know you're the type that will throw craaaaaaaazy parties while his mom is in another state." Rolling her eyes as the sarcasm dripped off her words, she looked back at him, just in time to see him grab her arm and yank her towards the club signup board. He asked about glee club, and she furrowed her brow. Glee club? She hadn't ever heard about the school having that, besides about 10 years ago when the kids lost nationals and everyone dropped out. Scanning the posters, she realized that indeed, there was no glee club poster.

Turning to him, she cleared her head. "Why don't we ask my dad? He probably has some memories about it and we could talk to him," then she answered his earlier question with a smile on her face. "I'll probably sign up for soccer, volleyball, and-" she stopped before she could finish. She hadn't brought up cheerleading, for that was a distant memory. Cheerleading was her life in grade school. She lived, breathed, and ate it- literally. However, it was high school now and she was looking forward really looking forward to going through all of that for another 4 years? She followed up her sentence. "Probably just volleyball and soccer," she nearly mumbled. She picked up the pen dangling from the board and wrote her name clearly on the sign up sheet of each. Darci Anderson, in its big, loopy printing. She had always liked her writing, how the penmanship seemed to be computer generated somewhat.

Darci smiled and looked at Tyler, "What about you?" She asked, poking her side with her finger. "What clubs are youuu signing up for?"