The last bell of the day rung. Sheryl packed her things up excitedly, "C'mon, let's go, Watson!"
"Why, it's elementary, my dear Watson. To our club room of course!"
I sighed at the use of that name again. Then I realized that I had some leverage now, "If you keep calling me that, then I'm not going to join your club."
"No buts, Sheryl, that's my condition."
"Alright, fine...," she pouted.
Two minutes later though, she was back to her energetic self as she enthusiastically opened the door to an empty clubroom, "Welcome to our new clubroom!"
We stepped inside and looked around. And that's when I noticed the many books on chess that were on the shelves. And all those chess boards on the tables.
Oh, Sheryl, please tell me you didn't do what I think you did, I thought to myself.
"What are you two doing here?" A voice from the doorway asked. There were a bunch students there now.
Sheryl turned around in surprise, "This is our clubroom!"
"No, this is our clubroom."
"We got here first!"
We all stood there in silence for a moment.
Finally, I said, "Sheryl, that's not how it works."
"You didn't fill out a clubroom request form, did you?"
Sheryl looked at me with surprise, "We have to do that?"
I furrowed my brows, "Yes."
I ushered Sheryl out of the room so that the Chess Club could get on with their lives.