low fidelity
𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘴
THE LOVE CLUB.
be a part of the love club,
everything will glow for you.
everything will glow for you.
"I'm in a clique but I want out
It's not the same as when I was punched
In the old days there was enough
The card games and knees with the bitter salt of blood
I was in, but I want out
My mother's love is choking me
I'm sick of words that hang above my head
What about the kid? It's time the kid got free
Be a part of the love club
Everything will glow for you
Go get punched for the love club
For the love club
I joined the club and it's all on
There are fights for being my best friend
And the girls get their claws out
There's something about hanging out with the wicked kids
Take the pill, make it too real
The other day I forgot my old address
I'm sitting pretty on the throne
There's nothing more I want
Except to be alone
Be a part of the love club
Everything will glow for you
Go get punched for the love club
For the love club
Your clothes are soaked and you don't know where to go
So drop your chin and take yourself back home
And roll out your maps and papers
Find out your hiding places again
The only problem that I got with the club
Is how you're severed from the people
Who watched you grow up
When you're a member
Go on your great adventure again
And we'll be waiting at the end
Be a part of the love club
Everything will glow for you
Go get punched for the love club
For the love club."
It's not the same as when I was punched
In the old days there was enough
The card games and knees with the bitter salt of blood
I was in, but I want out
My mother's love is choking me
I'm sick of words that hang above my head
What about the kid? It's time the kid got free
Be a part of the love club
Everything will glow for you
Go get punched for the love club
For the love club
I joined the club and it's all on
There are fights for being my best friend
And the girls get their claws out
There's something about hanging out with the wicked kids
Take the pill, make it too real
The other day I forgot my old address
I'm sitting pretty on the throne
There's nothing more I want
Except to be alone
Be a part of the love club
Everything will glow for you
Go get punched for the love club
For the love club
Your clothes are soaked and you don't know where to go
So drop your chin and take yourself back home
And roll out your maps and papers
Find out your hiding places again
The only problem that I got with the club
Is how you're severed from the people
Who watched you grow up
When you're a member
Go on your great adventure again
And we'll be waiting at the end
Be a part of the love club
Everything will glow for you
Go get punched for the love club
For the love club."
"Good morning, students and teachers. I welcome you all back to another year at Montgomery Academy and Preparatory Institute, though I wish these times were not so grim. Today, we will honor the life of our fellow student, Jordan Ezekiel Young, with a candle-lit remembrance ceremony at 5 P.M. Everyone is encouraged to attend, so please, feel free to join us. Any after-class activities today, such as clubs and team meetings, will have their time cut short to accommodate for our ceremony. Thank you, and have a wonderful first day back with us."
It was difficult to walk through Montgomery Academy's sprawling campus without recalling the memories that lingered.
Sudden screams, the sounds of broken glass, people scrambling to run. Shrill sirens, flashes of red and blue lights. The drizzle of water that poured off of Jordi's clothes, trailing from the pool to outside as he is rolled away on a stretcher, black body bag zipped closed in one swift motion.
The first day of fall semester was, predictably, the same as every other year. A banner that read Welcome to Montgomery! Fall 2019' in crisp purple cursive hung above the double doors of the main academic hall. The smell of freshly cleaned floors permeated through the halls and classrooms. Wide-eyed first-years, brand-new to campus, hustled and bustled as they tried to find the way to their homerooms. Despite the regular first day craziness, there was a slight tension in the air. Students huddled into groups at their lockers, rumors falling from their lips, asking questions with no answers, theories nobody wanted to hear. The pool facilities, usually serene, now somewhat foreboding, were visible to anyone who walked through the south hall of the main building. Arranged at its entrance were tons of large, obviously expensive bouquets of flowers, multiple candles, small teddy bears, a varsity football helmet, handwritten notes and cards, and a large framed picture of Jordi Young.
Slowly but surely, the student body milled into their first morning class of the day once the bell rung. Even the academy's teaching staff seemed on edge, but nobody said anything just yet. The sound of a static riddled microphone rang throughout each classroom, and then the voice of headmistress, Vivetta Montgomery, made her announcement for the candle-lit ceremony. Barely a minute after the announcement concluded, whether a newcomer or a veteran, each member of the Love Club received a text message at the same moment.
What was usually regarded as a warm, comfortable space, the Love Club's clubroom was now full of dust and unresolved tension. It seemed as if nobody had entered it throughout the entire summer. Nobody, not even janitors apparently, had the guts to enter and be faced with the memories. But the wooden double doors had been decorated with large floral arrangements, photos, small stuffed animals, handwritten cards, all in remembrance for Jordi. On a dark mahogany table, it seems someone had wiped away a particularly thick layer of dust to set down a large woven wicker basket filled to the brim with white roses, old Polaroids, and a neatly written note. Cecilia's book bag was set in a seat nearby, but the Club's president so far was no where to be found.
It was difficult to walk through Montgomery Academy's sprawling campus without recalling the memories that lingered.
Sudden screams, the sounds of broken glass, people scrambling to run. Shrill sirens, flashes of red and blue lights. The drizzle of water that poured off of Jordi's clothes, trailing from the pool to outside as he is rolled away on a stretcher, black body bag zipped closed in one swift motion.
The first day of fall semester was, predictably, the same as every other year. A banner that read Welcome to Montgomery! Fall 2019' in crisp purple cursive hung above the double doors of the main academic hall. The smell of freshly cleaned floors permeated through the halls and classrooms. Wide-eyed first-years, brand-new to campus, hustled and bustled as they tried to find the way to their homerooms. Despite the regular first day craziness, there was a slight tension in the air. Students huddled into groups at their lockers, rumors falling from their lips, asking questions with no answers, theories nobody wanted to hear. The pool facilities, usually serene, now somewhat foreboding, were visible to anyone who walked through the south hall of the main building. Arranged at its entrance were tons of large, obviously expensive bouquets of flowers, multiple candles, small teddy bears, a varsity football helmet, handwritten notes and cards, and a large framed picture of Jordi Young.
Slowly but surely, the student body milled into their first morning class of the day once the bell rung. Even the academy's teaching staff seemed on edge, but nobody said anything just yet. The sound of a static riddled microphone rang throughout each classroom, and then the voice of headmistress, Vivetta Montgomery, made her announcement for the candle-lit ceremony. Barely a minute after the announcement concluded, whether a newcomer or a veteran, each member of the Love Club received a text message at the same moment.
The Love Club is meeting today to attend the ceremony in the clubroom. Be there.
- Cecilia
- Cecilia
What was usually regarded as a warm, comfortable space, the Love Club's clubroom was now full of dust and unresolved tension. It seemed as if nobody had entered it throughout the entire summer. Nobody, not even janitors apparently, had the guts to enter and be faced with the memories. But the wooden double doors had been decorated with large floral arrangements, photos, small stuffed animals, handwritten cards, all in remembrance for Jordi. On a dark mahogany table, it seems someone had wiped away a particularly thick layer of dust to set down a large woven wicker basket filled to the brim with white roses, old Polaroids, and a neatly written note. Cecilia's book bag was set in a seat nearby, but the Club's president so far was no where to be found.
coded by weldherwings.