BEFORE READING: Make sure to read the dialogue in the character's voice & imagine how they would say it. Seriously, it makes a HUUUGE difference. c:
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1: The Assignment
"I wonder what the next theme will be," said Hinata.
"I don't know," Yuki said thoughtfully, toying with the end of her golden braid. "Maybe scenery or something?"
"I hope it'll be boys." Hinata clasped her hands together in excitement, green eyes twinkling.
"What kind of theme is that?" demanded Misaki.
"Oh, shut up," Hinata pouted. "What do you think, Reika?"
Slowly, Reika's eyes detached themselves from her sketch of an elephant stomping along happily, decorated as if it were attending a festival in India. The pencil marks were short, light, and feathery, as she had not had time for touch-ups. "Inner demons?" she suggested. "We haven't done any dark themes yet."
"Ooh," Yuki breathed. "That's a good one."
There was a general hush as the President of the Ouran Art Club entered the room. She was a very tall and slender woman from America, with milky skin and delicate features. She moved gracefully, her red dress flowing around her beautifully. There was always something otherworldly about her, but most put it down to her being foreign. Reika didn't. Some things were just so beautiful that they seemed out-of-place. Jasmine - she insisted they address her by her first name, although it felt odd and disrespectful considering she was also the art teacher - was one of those things.
Must be an American thing.
Jasmine leaned against the oak desk located in the front of the room, which had several paintings, sculptures, and blank canvases lined up in rows behind it. Cabinets holding a variety of art supplies surrounded the room. Desks were placed in rows, and were pushed to the side to make room for projects and stools while doing assignments.
As the last few people took their seats, Jasmine began to speak.
"So," she said, folding her hands into her lap. "Who wants to guess what the next assignment will be?" A couple kids raised their hands, including Yuki and Hinata, and Jasmine waved her arm in a dismissive manner. "Put your hands down; you'll never guess." The club members looked around uncertainly before doing as told.
Jasmine pushed herself upright and grabbed a small bowl off the desktop. "You're each going to draw a slip of paper," she explained, stalking around the room and extending her arm to each student. "Don't look at it yet; just draw."
A scrawny boy at the front of the room inhaled sharply before tensing and shutting the piece of paper, slamming it down as if he'd found his father's dirty magazine hidden much too obviously in the bathroom. Reika couldn't help but snicker slightly along with Misaki.
"Each slip has a club name written on it," continued Jasmine. "You are to report to that specific club for a given amount of time and paint, carve, whatever you choose. I'm offering you quite a bit of freedom as to what the theme is, as long as members of the club are included in at least one work of art. And no trading clubs whatsoever."
A kid raised his hand.
"Yes?" acknowledged Jasmine.
"How long exactly do we go there?" he asked.
"I haven't decided yet," she muttered. "Each club has a different amount of members, so it may take others longer. We will extend the project if needed. Report to the Art Room each day before heading to the assigned club in order to show me your progress. Any other questions?" She paused. "You may now open your slips."
Reika lifted the scrap in her hands, unfolding it curiously. There, written in bold and dramatically swirling letters were the words:
THE HOST CLUB
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