“And here they come, three more wild animals, fighting for survival in the jungle that is club sign-ups!”  Marc said in a deep newscaster-type voice, as Chloe, Liza and I walked into the cafeteria at the end of the school day.

I giggled as Marc shoved his video camera in our faces.  Chloe let out a giant wild-animal-type roar.  Liza put her hand in front of her face.  She really hated being on camera.  “Whoa, I thought we’d be one of the first ones.”  I said, looking around the room.

Obviously, I’d been wrong.  It seemed like half the school was there already.  Most of the kids had come right after the bell rang.

I sighed and added another rule to my growing list of things they never tell you at sixth grade orientation.


“You guys are going to have to fight your way to the front of the line if you’re going to get anything good now,” Marc noted.

He wasn’t kidding.  Already there were at least a half dozen tables with big CLUB FILLED signs on them.

“I’d better get moving before the theater club is full,” Chloe said as she zoomed off.

“Yeah, I’d better hurry over to where the art club table is,” Liza said, glancing across the room.  The line was already snaking around the corner.

As Liza left, Marc shook his head.  “She’s a seventh grader.  She should have known better than to get here so late.  After last year, I wasn’t taking any chances.”

“Did you get into the movie club?” I asked him.

Marc nodded.  “I was one of the first ones here.  I asked to go to the nurse in the middle of my last period class.  I stopped there, got my cough drop, and ran to the cafeteria.”

I giggled.  That was a big joke at our school.  No matter what you had wrong with you, the nurse would give you a cough drop.  Sore throat — cough drop.  Headache — cough drop.  Broken leg — cough drop.  That was pretty much all she had in there.

“So what did you decide on?” Marc asked me.

“I haven’t,” I admitted.   “There are so many choices.  I don’t know…”