A Blast Email to the Arts and Music Club (Open)

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.

Hey everyone,

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.

Thanks,
Aiden

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.

Tab had happened to be browsing the internet boredly browsing the internet. Not having much to do. Most of her options had be closed out with recent circumstances and none of the people she knew meant much to her.

As Tabitha was browsing the internet she noticed a notification in her email. Deciding to check cause hey,she needed something to do she proceeded to look into her gmail account.

Amongst the emails was various junk but one stood out to her. One that came from a boy named Aiden from school. He seemed to be speaking about the free time everyone's had lately. It was clear things weren't just slow for Tab as well. Though she was amazed, she was the one thing she considered important to herself and others in her life. Oh well. The young boy appeared to have atleast left his number from the looks of it.

Deciding to take a chance for once. Tabitha pulled out her flip phone and began to dial his number, She figured they both had literally nothing to do, and maybe it was worth taking a chance with a random face in the crowd. He may prove to be above the idiots she was stuck living around.

Hello? Hey this is Tabitha from the Arts and Music Club. I got your email about wanting to hang out? I'm personally bored too..... There's nothing to do these days Tabitha said in a boredly sad tone. Maybe he would be her knight in shining armor for today. Though unlikely. Tab wasn't a firm believer in that kinda stuffs.