(Written by William Mystero)
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Monday, 3:30 p.m.
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Ah, Odin, I started to feel pressure today because of something that happened to me when the literature club meeting started.
Here’s what it starts with: When we were having the meeting, we were discussing how humans wrote about them and their “relatives.” In the ancient era, and our urban myth friends. When the meeting was coming to an end, Rocko Fisher, the president of the literature club, stood up and told us that he had a family problem so he would step down from the presidency of the literature club.
At that moment, I was reading a book about “Different coffees’ effect on monsters.” (I admit, I often get distracted in meetings), and just flipped to a page about milk lattes: I remember that Charles told me it can help him to lower the static electricity probability.
Then suddenly, everyone was looking at me. I even heard they were murmured:
“Let William be the new president! Because he is as talented as Rocko!”
“Agreed! It will be great if William is the president, just because he is as talented as Rocko!”
“Yeah! I don’t know who could be the best literature club president if William weren’t the literature club president…”
When everyone looked at me, I was shocked.
Huh? Why does everyone suddenly want me to be the new president of the literature club? I am not ready yet!
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Monday, 5:00-6:00 p.m.
After school, I went to my parents’ cafe with my tired body. I still struggled with whether I should accept the member of the literature club’s request to begin as the new president or not.
Honestly, I didn’t refuse to be the president of the literature club. But I have things to do sometimes: I need to help my dad with researching a new coffee formula, and I need to help my mom with researching snack recipes, since my parents’ coffee shop also serves snacks. So I don’t think I will have time for the stuff of the literature club…
I sat down on a corner of the cafe and tapped the table. I feel stressed at the moment. I don’t know whether I should accept members’ requests to be the new president of the literature club or not.
Just then, Dad came to me. He was finished writing the menu and, seeing my smile, ran away from my face.
“What’s happening, son?” Dad asked. “Are you getting bullied by school bullies?”
“No, dad…” I answered. “I haven’t met any bullies since I graduated from middle school…”
“So what is it?” Ask Dad again. “Can it be…your paper has been rejected by the literature club?”
“No…”
“Or were you arguing with a literature club member?” Ask Dad and raise his eyebrow.
“No, dad…” I shook my head. ”I never had any argument with people in the literature club…”
Finally, Dad’s face showed a helpless smile.
“OK, ok! I give up!” He said with a wry smile. “So tell me what happened to you?”
I sighed.
“Well, Dad,” I told him. “It’s because the literature club member wants me to be the new president…”
“Really?” Said Dad with a surprised face. “Then I shall congratulate you!”
“No, Dad…” I shook my head. “You won’t understand… I am afraid of dealing with things related to “leadership” and “management”...
Dad went silent for a while.
“Can you follow me somewhere after work?” Dad asked me.
“Oh? okay…” I don’t know what I should answer, Dad. But since he tells me about that, I have to do it.
After work, Dad brought me to the basement of our home. We saw a lot of stuff and boxes there. We almost woke up a skeleton who sings off-key (it’s my dad’s “masterpiece” to help him present his poems). Finally, Dad’s gaze fell on an elder’s box.
“Ah, this box!” Said Dad with a meaningful smile. “It brings me back many memories of when I was in the literature club!” He gave me a key. “Open the box, son!”
I opened the box, and I saw an album inside.
“Dad, what is it?” I gave the album to Dad.
Dad took the album and touched it. “Oh, it’s an album of mine from when I was in the literature club!” Then we looked at the photos. We saw many photos of the literature club when Dad was in. Dad flipped the page with his magic. Then, he stopped on a huge group photo. It wrote “the members of the 666th literature club” at the bottom.
I looked at the photo, and then I saw a familiar face. I looked at the photo again, and I saw a guy with long, silver hair; his purple skin was still as shiny as new, without a goatee.
“Is this you, Dad?” I said and pointed at the photo.
“Yes, it is," said Dad, and pointed at the man who was sitting next to him. “And this is Mr. Fisher, your classmate Rocko’s father. He was the former president of the literature club when I was a member.”
“Then what makes him quit becoming a literature club president?
Dad laughed.
“Good question!” said Dad. “I heard many rumors about Mr. Fisher quitting, but then one day, after the meeting, he told me the truth about why he was quitting become the literature club: he said it’s because he claims, ‘All of the administrative work will have a bad effect on his creativity.’”
“So then you become president of the literature club, right?” I glance at Dad.
“Oh, yes,” said Dad. And continued to flip the page. “I remembered when, on the first day, I became the President of the literature club… It was totally a mess!”
“How big was that?” I raised my eyebrow.
“Too hard to tell!” Dad laughed. “On the first day, I need to handle a dispute between a werewolf member and a vampire member.” He blew a cloud of purple mist, which then formed a screen that recreated a scene of Dad’s first day as the president of the literature club at school.
“The vampire member was always tired during the meeting, so they requested me to have some moon energy. Just then, a werewolf member gave me the same request. I don’t know how to fulfill their request. Until I find a solution…”
“Oh, what is that?”
“Coffee, of course!” Dad winked. “Since your grandparents are awesome coffee brewers and they influenced me, I decided to make them drink-with moon energy.”
“Just looks like your secret coffee recipes?” I suddenly took out dad’s secret coffee recipes and asked.
“Yeah, just like that!”said dad and gave me a slight smile. Then, he suddenly looked at my hand and gasped. “Oh, Odin! When did you find my secret recipes for drinks?”
“Just a moment.” I winked at dad. “And I found a perfect solution for becoming a good president of the literature club!” Then I walked out to the basement with a grin.
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Wednesday, 3:30p.m.
It’s my first day as the president of the literature club! Of course, I still felt a bit nervous but I already know how to handle it. When the meeting started, I walked into the meeting room with a deep breath. And the members were very happy to see me. “Thanks for having me in this club,”I said to the members. “After thinking for a long time, I decided to take over the position of president of the literary club.”
The members cheered for me. And Rocko gave me a thumbs up. “Also, I have a new tradition for this club.”
I snapped my finger, then suddenly, a cafe cart appeared. It have a cafe maker, some packages of coffee, and another cafe was there.
“Wow!” Everyone said in surprise.
“New feature!" I said in surprise. “From now on, everyone in the literature club will have free coffees, drinks, and more!” I took out some recipes for my dad’s drinks. “I also have some of my dad’s recipes. It might help you guys in the literature club!”
Soon, the meeting room is full of cheering. And Rocko is nodding for me. “Use drinks to let the members get inspired? Interesting.”
I smiled at the moment. I know my job will be difficult, but I believe, with enough effort, I can solve even the most difficult problems.
-End of William’s story
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