Fandom High School

Turtle was balancing an empty cup on her forehead as she tilted back in her chair while waiting for everyone to get there. Once they did, she straightened up, filled it with coffee and sugar and milk, and got started.

"Okay, so, we should have all looked over the glitter stuff, right? I really say we make our own instead of ordering, personally, but that's just me. What do you guys think? Next week we can start production and advertising? John, I got lazy. Did you get any stuff on maybe the vehicle storage stuff? I think we should have a bake sale. Hey, is there any more sugar? Need more sugar. Hm, okay, meeting ajourned. No, wait. We still gotta talk. Nevermind."

She wasn't bouncing, she was buzzing. One had to wonder exactly how much sugar she'd had that day.

[[ here comes the OCD is here! joy! ]]

There's a sign on the door of the classroom where the Young Entrepenuers would usually be meeting.

Young Entrepenuers, please congregate in the computer lab for today's meeting.

Once everyone...y'know, all four of them were there, Turtle grinned. "Welcome to the first meeting, guys."

(  Cut, because Turtle secretly wants to be like Professor Lyman  )


[[ mmmm, ocd on its way is up! tear this sh*t up like only business nerds can, yo. ]]

[[ this week is when we can start doing clubs, right? *newbie flail* ]]