While school was the last thing Aiden wanted to think about, he wanted any reason to leave the house. While sitting in his room, he thought about the Arts and Music Club. He wasn't the greatest member. He skipped many meetings, but when he needed a place to go and be himself, it was the club room. He didn't need a meeting. He wanted to hang out with some club members. Maybe someone would respond and they could hang out.
He was alone in his house. His parents haven't called him away to lecture him. Since school wasn't in session, there were no grades to complain about or threats of being homeless in the near future. However, if his parents noticed that he wasn't getting out of the house, they would send him to tutoring, or worse, teach him themselves! The thought sent a shiver through his spine. He was desperate.
He was holding his laptop and making his way towards the couch. He turned on the TV and sat down. He didn't like the silence of his house. Gave him the creeps. Aiden opened the laptop and pulled up his school email account. He never really checked it, but now was a chance to use it.
His inbox was flooded with emails. Some about absent notices, some about missing assignments, whatever. He selected all of them and deleted all three hundred of his emails. Maybe some were important, but he didn't want to go through it all. He was on a mission and three hundred emails wouldn't get in his way.
He thought about what to say. He wasn't an officer of the club, so he couldn't call a meeting, but maybe if he worded it as a hangout, he could get around his lack of officer status. With a framework in his mind, he began to type.
This is Aiden, from the Arts and Music Club. Since the school closed, we haven't been able to have a meeting. We don't have the supplies and space to hold a meeting, but would anyone be interested in hanging out? With school out, I'm sure some of us have a lot of free time on our hands. If you want to hang out, shoot me a text. I hope to hang out soon.
He left his number in the email. It wasn't the best idea, but if he received any troll messages, he would figure out who did it. They would pay, eventually. Or maybe they won't, if they were funny enough. He'd still knock them silly, but at least they were creative, so he'd go easy on them.
After sending the email, he closed the laptop. On the TV was a news station. He changed the channel to see what cartoons were on. The news was too depressing for him. Right now, he was excited. Any reason to get him out of the house was great for him. He made sure his phone was nearby and waited for any responses.