Percival's mood somewhat elevated when he finally reached the Archery club. He hurriedly changed to the traditional archery practiced uniform so he could vent out his remaining frustration into his arrows.
But this day seemed hell-bent on worsening his mood.
George, the first guy who talked to him in the archery tryouts, had now joined the newspaper club despite being an archery club member.
George was standing in front of Percival, blocking his way, smiling from ear to ear. His big eyes shone with enthusiasm while a creepy smile stretched his face.
"Percival!"
Percival frowned, and this time, he didn't hide his disdain and irritation for the talkative, gossiping boy.
"I heard that your class is doing a musical. Care to elaborate more?"
The corner of Percival's lips twitched. As usual, this little boy was fast when it came to gossip and information. Percival wondered how George knew that when they had just decided a while ago.
