"Hello?" The girl peeked through the doorway. Another older student was writing on the chalk board.
She said nothing.
The girl by the doorway looked down at the sheet of paper in her hand. Creative Writing Club. First meeting in room xxx. She checked the number next to the room door. She was in the right place. She looked back at the other girl. Still writing, but said nothing.
"Excuse me. Is this where the creative writing club is meeting?" Nothing. "Um Di-"
"You're late. Have a seat." She put the chalk down and looked toward the younger girl. The younger girl realized that she was in the right place and quickly made her way to the front seat and raised her hand as soon as she sat down.
"Uh, did all of the other members leave? Did I miss the meeting?" There was no one else in the room besides her and the meeting started an hour ago. The older girl pulled up a chair right in front of the seat the younger girl decided to sit in.
"You're looking at the rest of the club." She said with a confident smile. "Oh! I need to get you the club information sheet. One second!"
As she went to get the sheet the younger girl saw that older girl's uniform was different from her's. It was more sliming and darker. The younger girl shot up from her seat with a gasp.
"You're a one star student! You're the club president aren't you?! That's a one star uniform!"
The one star student looked back at the no star student in surprise at first, but then gave a small chuckle.
"Yeah. Do you like it? It's my first day wearing it." She spread out the skirt area of the dress to get a better look at it. The no star eagerly nodded.
"Definitely! Can you do all those cool things that other one stars can do?! I heard it makes you super strong!"
"It does! I feel way stronger! It's amazing!" The one star squealed.
"Can you lift this desk?!" The older girl gingerly walked over and hoisted up the desk as if it was the simple sheet of paper that she was supposed to be getting for the new club member, but quickly forgot. "That's so cool! They actually do work." The girl gushed with more stars in her eyes than a three star uniform.
"Apparently enough to dodge Gamagori, today. Can you imagine that much power?"
"I'm looking at it!" The younger girl said at the club president put the desk down. She walked over to the window and gazed out at the sun setting over the buildings in town.
"But this kind of power seems only possible in stories. The same as this school." The younger girl stared at the club president in awe.
"You…look so cool right now. Like you're the wise main character from a book or a movie." She said, which sort broke the mood of the scene.
"Uh, yeah. That's what I was going for.' The older girl sighed and turned away from the window. 'Rule number one of the creative writing club: Don't state the obvious. It kills the mood."
"So I'm in? When do we write?" The no star asked excitedly.
"Every day." The older girl walked over to the chalk board and the younger girl followed.
"Where do we write?"
"Anywhere." She picked up the chalk and began writing under the club title.
"Do we meet and write…or write on our own?"
"More of the second and some of the first." The older one continued to write. The no star student began thinking over the answers.
"When do we share our writing with each other?" She asked confused.
The older student slammed the chalk causing it to bounce back in its place. She turned dramatically to face the younger student.
"Here at the Creative Writing Club we do more than share our writings with each other!' A light beamed down on her. It was bright enough to make the younger student back up and fall to the floor. The club president was now in fully visible, in the most amazing and inspiring view. "We allow the world to take part in our amazing craft of art! We not only show them our stories, but we give life to it and give them the opportunity to participate in our live action story telling.' There was a gust of wind that began to make her uniform dance around her give more grace and fluency to her words. "We will take creative writing to a legendary level!"
"W-Wow. That's amazing, President!" The young girl said with tears welling up in her eyes. The president gave a proud chuckle.
"Please. Call me…SEMPAI!" Along with the name came another large gust of wind, causing papers to spread all over the room. Some danced around her giving more fluency and power to her words.
"Okay, Sempai!" The no star stated, enthusiastically.
"And what should I call you, my dear kohai?" She said with tenderness as she kneeled down to help her off the floor. The girl took Sempai's hand in both of her's and stood.
"Please, call me Kohai." She wiped the small amount of water works that started up from her eyes. "Wow, Sempai that was a nice speech. You were like a cheap, knock off of Lady Satsuki."
Sempai gasped, whited eyed at the description of her introduction. Her arm fell limp at her side when Kohai released it.
"Not even close to as good as she is, but still pretty nice. With those special effects, we'll do great as in the club!" Kohai said with a smile. The beam of light had turned off and the winds stopped blowing on the still shocked Sempai. "I didn't even notice the strings you had tied to the light switch and fan until you turned them on! That's amazing!"
Sempai came back from her shock and fiercely pointed at the newly written statement on the chalk board, with the hand that wasn't holding the two strings Kohai mentioned.
"RULE NUMBER ONE!"
Kohai turned her attention to the commotion outside the school. "Hey, Sempai. There's a hostage situation outside."
"That's not that new. Who's involved?" The president said as she put away her props. Kohai had her face pressed against the window
"It's the boxing club president, a no star girl, I think her name is Mankanshoku Mako…'
"A no star hostage. That sounds like an underdog to me, or a damsel in distress. Possibly a main character?"
"Oh! Sanageyama Sempai is down there too." Kohai heard a small clutter behind her and immediately felt Sempai right next to her at the window.
"Really?! He's down there?" She questioned with her face planted in the window, hard enough to break it. She scanned the crowd and locked on her target. A grin spread across her face.
"We need to get down there!" She exclaimed grabbing the back of her member's collar and running out of the school.
"W-Why is it so important now?! Ahhh! Ow! Too fast! You're dragging me!"
…
"That Mankanshoku sure does look to be in some trouble. Do you think the transfer student will come back after that embarrassing failure?" The two member club was standing along with the crowd of on lookers.
"Of course. In this part of the story, the hero always comes back for the damsel in distress. The story must go on." Kohai glanced at her president in acknowledgement to her response only to do a double take.
"Where did you get those binoculars from?! Are you even thinking about Mankanshoku?" Kohai exclaimed after seeing that Sempai was focusing her view on the present member of the Elite Four.
"Not at the moment. I know enough about her." The older student replied peering through the binoculars. Kohai blinked a few times.
"Do you like Sanageyama Sempai?"
"Not really. I'm just interested in star gazing." She chortled focusing the tool again. Kohai blinked a more times.
"Was that a play on words of his uniform or of how well known he is?"
"Rule number one now refers to jokes and puns as well.' Sempai put the viewing device down and looked in the general direction of Mako. "And I've already figured out that Mankanshoku is the main character of this story we're taking part in!" Sempai turned back to her club member, proud of herself. The two only stared at each other for a little while until Kohai realized that she expected a response.
"Oh! You think so? Wouldn't the hero be the main character?" She said looking around for any sign of the transfer student. Just then, she noticed a cloaked figure make their way pass her. As she watched intently, her club president fixated her binoculars on the boxing ring and continued to explain her theory.
"Well, that would all depend on the type of story we're writing. I'd be very cliché to have the hero be the main character, that's been done so many times before. Let's have one where the main character is a transformation of a damsel to an Action Girl. I think-' As Sempai continued to talk Kohai watched as Ryuko rescued Mako from her greasy grave and enter the boxing rink. The "boxing match" began and Ryuko was taking an overflowing amount of hits. Despite how exciting it was, Sempai didn't notice because she was still boasting of her intelligence, looking in the opposite direction. Just as she was getting into how huge her own book signing will be Kohai had to cut in.
"I think the hero might be the main character of this story! The transfer student's not getting injured at all!" Kohai grabbed the president by her shoulders and spun her around to the action.
"Huh?' Sempai, kind of upset that she was interrupted, lifted the binoculars to her eyes to get a closer look on the scene. "That's the transfer student?"
Just as she focused the view on the binoculars, Sempai got much more skin than she wanted to see. Once Ryuko's stunning outfit was revealed, Sempai lost her grip on the binoculars. Not that she really needed them.
"I-I could have been mistaken. Did you order a stripper, Sempai?" Kohai asked, trying to cover her eyes, but blatantly looking through her fingers. Sempai was staring, wide eyed, with almost no shame except for a small blush.
"Only on Saturdays. That's definitely the transfer student."
"And the main character of this story?"
Sempai watched as Ryuko gave her finishing blow to the Boxing Club president and sent him flying. She quickly grabbed her, now cracked, binoculars and was just able to catch the one stars and three of the Elite Four protect Lady Satsuki from getting hit by the flying body and…most of the blood. She slowly lowered the binoculars, and looked at Ryuko.
"She's definitely the main character of this story."
…
The Creative Writing Club had gathered in their meeting room after the epic battle of that day.
"That was the first battle that wasn't one sided! And that the opposing side won!" Sempai shouted, pacing back and forth at the front of the room. Way too excited to sit down. Kohai, who was better at containing her excitement, was sitting at the desk in front of the room.
"I know! We even got to watch the whole thing!" Kohai said sharing a smile with her president. The older girl stopped in her tracks and looked right at Kohai.
"…but you wrote it down, right?"
"…huh?"
"You didn't write it down?! We both knew it was story worthy! Why didn't you write it down?!" Sempai ran for the desk at the front of the room, causing a ruckus with papers, pencils, and whatever else was in the drawer.
"You said we do most of the writing on our own!" Kohai ran by her side as she got out a note book and a pen.
"Yes, but I also said we write some together." She glared and led her eyes back to the page.
"You can't blame me on my first day. You didn't write anything either." The younger girl said with a weary smile. Her sempai took a moment to acknowledge the truth in her words and sighed.
"You're right. You're right. Rule Number 2: All members shall keep notebooks and a writing utensil with them at all times. Now then, we have to remember every detail of what happened today. Think of the first thing that comes to mind."
The two girls pondered over the events that happened that day. Whether it was about the fight or about their first meetings with each other. Soon after, the eldest of the two collapsed on the desk, hands covering her head.
"Out of all the amazing things that happened today, why can I only think about Sanageyama's uniform?!" She groaned. Kohai then hit the palm of her hand with her fist, just how her memory finally hit on a specific detail. Sempai turned her head in her direction, still with her head on her desk.
"What?"
"I remember the stripper you ordered!"