The Club

"The weight of this situation is really pulling me down here, guys."

"I know. Totally."

"I mean, she's turning eight! That means we have to include her in our eight-only club. I don't want her to be in our club. We made it eight-only just so that she couldn't join!"

"Yeah. Why couldn't she like, turn eight next year, after we make it a nine-only club?"

"Totally."

The situation was indeed grave. Charlotte, the most dumb girl in the world, was going to be eight soon. And she was going to want to join our club. We had started the club a couple months ago, my two friends and I. We were all eight, and we all had birthdays in the same month, so there was no problem thinking of a club that would keep her out and us safe from her. Now, though, we had a problem. She was eight- and we were doomed.

The next day at school, Charlotte bounced up to us and announced, "I'm in your club now. I'm eight!"

Like we didn't already know.

"Yeah, but Charlotte, we..." I stalled. What were we going to do to keep her out of the club?

My buddy Ryan stepped in. "We're redesigning the club. It's not going to be official for a couple of days. We're making drastic changes. We can't tell you what they are though."

"Totally. They're like, top secret and stuff." Good old Alison.

"Well, whenever you get it ready, I'm totally in it. I'm eight now."

Thank you, Captain Obvious. (Lee Dumb.)

That night, Ryan, Alison and I were thinking hard. What on earth could we do to keep dumb Charlotte out? We were wracking our brains.

Then it hit me. Actually, it hit all of us. I think we were probably all staring at the calendar.

We all talked at the same time: "The club has to be November-birthdays-only!"

"Only November birthdays should be allowed!"

"We all have to share the same birthday month!"

We all stared at each other.

We are brilliant sometimes.