Then, Miss Dorothy left after conveying some things she considered important, while everyone agreed to put all their things in their rooms. A few minutes passed, they gathered in the living room to talk about something. No exception even though Cake actually prefers to sleep in his room on the ground floor. Their faces look tired.
"Want to play bridge?" Miss Elton bid on everyone
The bearded man sighed.
“Sign me up,” he added, looking at everyone. “Little by little you will surely get used to this strangeness. It's a vacation, don't worry about it, right?”
Everyone started to nod in agreement one by one.
Gwen, Cake, and Beckey just watched. So that only six people participated. But before playing bridge, Miss Elton and Miss Zouch prepared a lot of snacks and some drinks. Everyone ate the meal, both those who were playing and just the spectators.
In about an hour or so, Gwen's glance signaled Cake. Cake nodded confidently. But Beckey, didn't know what the meaning of their eyes looking at each other with movements that were not without cause.
"Miss Elton, can you please tell me a word or two about why I'm here?” Gwen asked.
Everyone was still silent. Even Iona Fernsby and Honora Corbyn, who had been teasing Gwen now sitting nearby, were silent. However it wasn't long after the bridge round, two people put down their cards.
“Yeah, as you heard earlier, that's also included. Although that one, was not expected - guessed before. Is that right, Elton?” asked Miss Corbyn, gesturing through and letting the other players have a turn.
“Actually there was a bit of a misunderstanding. I'm just coordinating the money raised and using the representative's name only," Miss Elton explained.
"Eh? Who is it, then?"
“Definitely not me, but it's definitely not this beard either. Because he is a simple man and accept so.” Mr. Quill patted his friend on the shoulder.
"Hey, friend, don't say anything unimportant!" he added. "Well, but yeah, that's true."
Someone raised their hand after placing an ace.
"That's me. But as Elton said. My eyes really paid attention to what I wrote. I swear it says just the six of us,” Miss Zouch said.
"Nine people."
"Sorry?" she added a little nervously, the look on his face remembering something. “Ah, I mean, those six are the main tenants, Mr. Cakes."
Round after round, finally the umpteenth game resulted in the first and second two winners. Mr. St. Eadbert and Mr. Quill high five each other.
"You said the other one was unexpected, so what's the main one?"
Miss Elton explained that this photography club reunion was actually nothing but longing. But she added that in their cell phone group, just like Miss Zouch told Cake before. Dolores Yates, for fifteen years, neither chatted nor replied to messages in the group.
"It appeared all of a sudden and immediately paid in full for all these events?" Gwen asked, feeling uneasy.
Miss Elton nodded.
“Praise be to Yates my friend!” The man named St Eadbert folded his arms as if in gratitude.
“Then do you have any other clues? I mean, the presumption of innocence."
The six people looked at each other and glanced at each other.
"Well, it actually happened in a sequence, didn't it?" Honora Corbyn, the short hair in the gray dress glanced at her friend.
“One of the best is the annual international photography award. That one includes all the achievements and the highest value of every product we produce. Me and Corbyn, the top rated theme park. We actually don't really have much experience and knowledge of photography. What makes us happy and immortalized, that's what matters."
"Me and this beard are both nature lovers. Hard work doesn't betray." Quill's tone seemed proud of putting his arm around the beard.
St. Eadbert interrupted as he lowered the free, heavy backrest, “You have to hear this, first the project was sixty percent of me working on. Secondly, this nerd always makes excuses when he is invited to a place."
Quill's mouth couldn't move, the look on his face just took it for granted.
“And it worked?” Ask Cake.
“Of course, top marks.”
Miss Elton again explained that they were actually an eight-member club. He also explained that it was not an international award, which sounds great, but an award for highlighting an interesting project called the annual international best award. Their club won three things with the highest score. Elton, Yates, Zouch and one person just mentioned, scored top marks on aesthetic, dynamic and irreplaceable themes. One of the most interesting themes with super tight competition.
“This Anthony Penketh is an important person?”
"Important? Maybe that's still not enough. In fact he is a genius! The master maestro!” Quill said excitedly.
“As Quill said, Miss Pusscat. The brains behind our project, Penketh is the only person who contributed in bringing our project into qualification. Packing our work to be included in various competitions. I don't know how he did it. At least it's within reach of a professional art appraiser."
One by one, they started telling stories, until the bridge game was getting slower and slower.
“That anomaly happened in our year. Various sponsors and even other projects began to arrive. But when it's all accomplished, people start to get a little bored. After all, we are still in high school and at the end of our fate, last year.”
Cake chimed in, “Ah, you all have your own insight into the future. Let a hobby be a hobby, it's all just for fun."
"There he is!" added St. Eadbert.
"Shouldn't you have a successor in the last year?" said Beckey, who had just opened her mouth.
"Yeah, of course we are. The problem is that our team has already won several awards. The annual international photography award is one of the largest. Previously, of course not counted. To the extent that the school is holding us back from working and facilitating all access to learning.”
"Ah, used to make the school proud," said Cake.
“Okay, so the point is you are not in line anymore. Then what happen?"
Miss Elton, with furrowed brows, a worried look on her face, explained that in part because of the success, it was Anthony Penketh who had opened a fundraising site for the next project. Everyone is not ready, let alone they will take the test. Disputes and problems arise one by one
Of the few who were not ready, of course there were those who had bright ideas, that was the situation at that time. Pippa Zouch, has the opinion to bring the project towards a horror-themed short film. According to him it will attract investors. Zouch and Yates are true friends with the same passion. Yates even agreed to write a story plot.
Anthony Penketh, is adamant to continue what he sees as the club's spearhead, which is still photography.
"You yourself, Miss Elton?"
Miss Elton said that when a hobby is turned into a job, it's no longer fun. In the end he agreed with the other four.
“I actually have a few questions at this point. Sorry, to be precise, all of us. It's nothing serious," he turned to one of his friends who was wearing glasses. "Zouch, after a week of graduation, where are you?" Miss Elton sounded worried.
Everyone put the cards on the table and then looked at the person called Zouch. The woman with glasses in somewhat stifling clothes was lost in thought. Gwen asked Elton if that seemed odd. Elton added that Zouch's health was deteriorating, and Yates had even replaced her at school several times. It was exacerbated by rumors of the death of the successor of the Zouch family.
Hearing those words, Miss Fernsby lightly patted her cheek suddenly in shock.
“Ah, well, what does that mean? Of course I'm here, right? And I'm still alive! I've told you many times someone who is jealous of our growing business, made up the news to confuse my parents!” annoyed tone.
"Yeah that's right. But a week earlier, it wasn't like we were banning you for not attending the photography club graduation. But you disappeared and suddenly appeared after a year?”
She explained that at that time she felt unwell and was going through a critical period because she thought too much about the future. Everyone agreed because it was a natural thing. Some of them also admitted that it was a heavy pressure. Especially receiving a project with a lucrative offer, even though the sacrifice is an entrance exam to a university or a future with an ideal choice.
“From then on, everything changed completely. For that I need to discuss this with you, Miss Pusscat."
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