The next day, Lena, Max, Sam, and Mia met at the youth club after school. Everywhere there were sheets with signature lists, and despite the serious situation, the mood was surprisingly motivated.
“Okay, guys,” Lena began, “we’ve already collected over 50 signatures – but that’s still far from enough. We need at least three times that, otherwise they won’t listen to us.”
Max nodded. “I already talked to a few people in the cafeteria today. Many think the closure is totally unfair. But some also say the school simply has no more money.”
“Great,” Sam muttered. “Sounds like we need to get the parents on board too.”
Mia looked at her phone, which kept showing messages with tips and encouragement from classmates. “I also spoke with a few teachers. Some are really on our side, but the school administration is totally blocking us.”
“What exactly does that mean?” asked Lena.
“Yesterday Mrs. Berger told us that we are no longer allowed to distribute flyers in the school building. Also, we’re not supposed to hold meetings in the youth club – supposedly due to ‘security concerns.’”
Max rolled his eyes. “Sure, that sounds like an excuse. They just want to keep us down.”
“That’s exactly why we have to get more creative,” said Mia determinedly. “We can distribute the signature lists outside in the schoolyard. And maybe we can start a small action that shakes everyone up.”
Lena grinned. “How about a flash mob? Really loud and colorful. The school administration can’t just look away from that.”
“Great idea!” Sam exclaimed enthusiastically. “We could paint posters, bring music, and invite everyone to join in.”
“Okay, but we have to plan it well,” warned Max. “If the school administration finds out what we’re up to, they could put even more obstacles in our way.”
“Then we’ll just do it secretly,” Mia suggested. “We’ll meet after school in the park – no one can control us there.”
The friends nodded, full of anticipation and excitement. Together they were strong – and they wanted to show that to everyone.
But hardly had they agreed on the details when Mia’s phone vibrated again. This time the message was short and clear:
“You’re playing with fire. Some don’t like heroes.”
A cold shiver ran down their spines. Who could be behind these messages? And how far would they go to close the youth club?
“We have to be careful,” Lena whispered. “But giving up is not an option.”
Max clenched his fist. “Together we are unbeatable – no matter what comes.”
But at that moment, the door to the youth club slowly opened, and a familiar voice called from outside:
“So, are you already planning your little rebellion? I think we should have a talk.”