Turns (10)

My jaw almost dropped, looking at the girl's name who passed me her application form. She had opened the door without knocking, confidently entering like she had owned the place. The beautiful young girl wore the uniform from the middle school section. It was rare to have middle schoolers joining a club. I couldn't believe my other club members who told me that she was from the Roselia family.

Rika de Impalia Roselia. The girl engaged to the heir of the Roselia family and leader of the Impalia fraction, the world she lived in was different from ours. Although my family possessed a considerable amount of wealth and power themselves, it couldn't compare to even a speck of dust compared to her background. I wondered why she would come to join our humble club, approving her application right away.

After using one of the headgears, she returned to our club with two of her friends. Almost coming from equally powerful families as her, they wished to join. When she received a call from her other friends inside the exclusive café that none of us were able to enter, I found myself preparing more application forms just in case. As I predicted, the next day, she came with two new members with one that wasn't present in the call.

I guessed the rumors were true that the fiancée to the heir of the Roselia family knew everyone in the upper ranks. There was no sense of politics or fractions here as they all enjoyed using the headgears and other artifacts in the third district together. Most of our members became dumbfounded, our illusion about their perfect image shattering. I didn't think they would like this place enough for me to send some more application forms through another call.

I stiffened after approving their applications when they were about to fight with each other. A few of them were in tears while all of them were screaming at each other. I couldn't help but move away from them as I heard their conversation how they were taking turns when coming to the club room. Leaving them alone, I didn't think their fights for taking more turns than what they arranged would escalate to the point the entire school heard of them.

Taking a glance, curious about the rumors, I froze at how they were ripping each other's clothes, pulling hair while flattering the person who had their turn for today. Eventually it had escalated to the point that one of them had to create a barrier to protect themselves while another chanted a fireball. They were so close to each other while inside the club room, being so well-behaved. I always wondered why each of them seemed so happy for managing to walk into the room.

"I think I'll be quitting," an old member walked up to me.

"I almost got involved in one of their fights since I wouldn't give the keys to them," she trembled.

I sighed as I had to take away the keys from them since they were getting the idea to hide them from the other members. My head throbbed every time they begged and pleaded to me to listen to their ridiculous requests. I started to regret letting them join, wanting the original club back. This room was no longer the ancient artifacts room, but a gaming room as they had changed up how the room was arranged to their convenience.

I had to carefully walk around to not step on any of them, treating the floors as their beds. I wasn't even surprised when they brought some pillows and blankets from their rooms. As more of the original members sadly left me, I got an astounding number of people who wanted to join because of Oliver. But there was no way I could deal with more troublesome new members as I rejected every one of their applications.

Eventually, rumors started to form that this club was the hardest to be accepted, making it more desirable to join. Even my family had heard about the club's reputation, feeling proud I was the president when I felt like quitting. My classmates started to treat me differently, hoping they could join as well. They didn't know the only reason I didn't give up my position was since I had created the club with my own hands.

One day, I found more of them than usual. There was only one of them left out from our new members. I guessed they had rearranged who was going to be giving up their turns. But unexpectedly, they started to fight inside the room since there weren't enough headgears for all of them. I gulped, not wanting the club room to get destroyed as they have done during the breaks. I was saving more money in the club's bank account to purchase a rare artifact in the fourth district, but I decided to use the money to purchase new headgears.

Although the school heavily funded the clubs, they were more generous towards the ones with more members. Maybe I would put a request to increase our budget since we had more members than before. We would also have to move at this rate since the once spacious room felt suffocating from all of them laying down on the ground. I sighed as the bank account almost amounted to zero from buying them new games to play.