knock knock knock

The soft knocking snapped you out of slowly putting your shoes on. After quickly slipping them on you hurried to the door, after grabbing your bag, slinging it over your shoulder you hastily open the door.

There stood Chance, his ever so grin stretched across his face.

"Took you an while! " Chance chriped adjusting his hat.

"C'mon! The club is waiting for ya! "

Chance grabbed your wrist;basically dragging you to the school. As you two bound down the hallway, Chanced yapped about his gambling luck, and so on. The two of you finally reached the room, the word 'Literature club', neatly taped to the front of the door.

Chance swung the door open, gleefully.

...

Dusekkar was at the front of the classroom, a book in his hands, while Shedletsky was sitting down, seemly struggling with the type of poem he should write. Guest 1337 was locked in writing up a storm.