March 21
Um...I was the only person who turned up. :( Better luck tomorrow I guess...?
~ A.A., (current default) president(?)
March 23
I was the only person who showed up...again. But there were three girls I didn't recognise who sort of barged in and scared me...
The ringleader (I...don't know what else to call her...) had dyed blonde hair with long curls, which was pretty, and reminded me that I kinda wish my mother would let me dye my hair...but I suppose then it would mean people would stare at me, and I can't stand that, so...
"Is this the 4d41484f5553484f554a4f Club?" she asked. I don't know what that word was. I couldn't hear it properly. I don't even know how I just typed it out. But for some reason, when she said it...it made sense? It doesn't make any sense now, but...
"No," I said.
"I'm sorry?"
"It's okay."
"No, I meant I can't hear you."
I felt like crawling under the desk and hiding for a million years but instead I said, "No, this is the Shy Girls Club," as loudly as I could, which wasn't very. The blonde girl sighed and looked at the student on her left, a small blue-haired girl with a very zen expression and a school uniform I didn't recognise, in utter annoyance.
"You would ask a transfer student where something is, Akira," was all the blue-haired girl said, and her voice was very soothing, for some reason. Akira deflated a bit, and bowed kind of stiffly to me.
"I'm sorry for barging in." Then, to her two friends (I think they were friends?), "Come on, let's go."
Akira and the zen girl moved off -- the latter with an apologetic smile and wave at me -- but one of the girls stayed behind. She was tall, and had long black hair cascading down her back, and hooded dark eyes. She tilted her head at me, questioningly.
"The Shy Girls' Club?" she asked. "What do you do?"
"Well," I began, feeling like there were a million laserbeam pointers trained in on me specifically, "We're meant to meet here after school on Mon--"
"Come ON, Peach!" Akira's voice carried up the hall like a clarion. The black-haired girl sighed, shook her head, and disappeared from the doorway like a shadow.
I'm still not really sure what happened, and also, what kind of name is Peach? Also I'll have to email the members our meeting times, I think...
~ A.A., (current default) president (still)
March 25
So...it turns out I had the wrong room. I was in 3-A and our other two members were waiting in 2-A. Except when Jingyi arrived, there was no one there, so she kind of waited awkwardly for a little while then went home, and Miaka arrived to an empty classroom, panicked, and also went home. And neither of them bothered to try again on Wednesday out of worry of the same thing happening. I can't really be mad at them for that, because really, it did happen again...
So a few emails later and we three all met today in 2-A, where we're meant to be. So the first real meeting of the Shy Girls' Club happened!
...to be honest not a lot happened. We sat around and talked a bit, and discussed who should be president, and we still can't decide. Maybe we should rotate it? That seems pretty democratic.
Also, Akane brought a whole bunch of cupcakes she'd made, all by herself! They were really delicious. If nothing else, Akane-chan is now the club's Head Baker. Most clubs don't have a Head Baker, I know, but that's their loss!
I also told the girls about what happened on Wednesday, which still puzzles me.
"Have you ever heard of the 4d41484f5553484f554a4f Club?" I asked, and again...the word was weird. It was like I knew it, and I knew how to say it, and Jingyi and Akane knew what I said...sort of.
"No...is that even a thing? It sounds kind of childish..." Akane was frowning.
"Three girls came in to 3-A and asked if it was there. Akira, Peach, and...another girl with mismatched eyes."
"Peach?" asked Jingyi, blinking.
"Mismatched eyes?" Akane's mouth dropped open slightly.
"Yes, Akira called her 'Peach', and yes, one purple eye and one green one."
"How exotic," Akane muttered.
"Peach," sighed Jingyi. "Táo?"
"Her name's probably just Momoko." Akane waved a hand dismissively. I couldn't really tell what she was thinking.
We...didn't really get any stuff done today, unless eating cupcakes counts. We can't even decide who's president, really. But at least we exchanged phone numbers. Texting is always quicker than email, after all!
I still have a lot of questions about that 4d41484f5553484f554a4f Club, though...
~ A.A., (one of three) president(s, maybe)