Just a recap. I have been appointed Chairman (tentative) of the Horticulture Club and to welcome me is this huge grosteque problem known as Tylor Merchants, Flower Arrangement Extraordinaire, Chairman of the Flower Arrangement Club, also known as, The Guy Whom I Shall Not Have Any Ties With Once This Problem Is Solved. So, how to solve this after our first disastrous encounter at the tool-shed late yesterday afternoon? I had seriously no idea at all. Gone. We could just annihilate ourselves from this school. I mean, how was the club going to produce two more baskets of flowers in one night??? We barely had enough to fill up the current two!
As I walked home with this big problem hovering above me, I came across this field next to the river. And there, where it was all green yesterday, it was now filled with whites, pinks and purples! It was such a lovely sight. That was when it hit me. Come on, the answer was dancing merrily infront of me in the breeze! And the best part was that it was all for free! No one would come and count how many flowers were missing as this is public property; just a little piece of land next to the river. All right then. We were going to take only two baskets of mixed flowers. I took out the little silver piece of technology and scrolled through the namelist, calling up each member and telling them to come meet me in an hour’s time. Some said that they would try to, some said no outright as it was a very last minute call to work, but thankfully, a good number of the club members turned up in the end with the neccessary equipment. As we worked to fill up the two baskets, I explained to them all that had happen, and when I was done, Sam, my classmate and Treasurer of the club said, “I heard from Julien”, (her boyfriend) “that Merchants can be really evil. There was one time he kicked a kid out of his club just because she broke a flower in the process of arrangment, and after that, all the other members tormented her such that the kid transferred to another school.” After hearing such a story, I made up my mind to never to have anything to do with the Merchants guy. Brrr. I felt cold.
Soon enough, we finished. I brought home one basket and Sam brought home the other three (she called her Dad to pick her up in his car). As for the rest, they went off to have coffee at The Corner. The Corner is a cosy and unassuming little coffee shop where the quieter members of the school would like to meet for booksharing activites, or just to chill without having to hear or see the upper classes of society.
The next morning, Sam and her Dad came to pick me and the flowers up for school. The first thing we did when we got there was to prepare the other two baskets of flowers and with the help of two guys from the club, we brought the flowers to the Flower Arrangement Room.
We did not expect anyone to be there so early but apparently, someone else was earlier. Her name was Stella Ayman. And like the star she was named, she had a kind of beauty that shone. The guys who were with us were rather star-strucked. Thankfully, the two of us were not, hence, after quickly making introductions, we hastily set down the flowers and left. However, as I was the last to turn around and leave, I heard her say, “Lower class people will always be lower class, that’s why they are digging in the dirt”. I pretended not to hear but walked away. I saw no point in turning around and picking a fight with her on that. She would probably feel even more right about what she said and I had no intention of letting her have the higher-up on us.
Class. Status. Is it that important?
