Human Trash

Spring Shower (3)

Thanks to Ouran's tireless efforts and persuasive skills, the 9-B council club finally gained the recognition it deserved. Emo, in particular, was brimming with excitement, her dream of starting her own council club finally coming to fruition. With the support of the staff and the approval of their new idea, the club was set to take flight like never before.

As the rainfall reached its peak and the scent of blooming flowers filled the air, the first festival of the year approached—Spring Shower. Dahlila High School was known for its numerous festivals scheduled throughout the year, and Spring Shower marked the beginning of this vibrant tradition.

Spring Shower was a celebration of the arrival of spring in Japan, coupled with the highly anticipated rainfall in Yokohama during the month. The entire school community, including students, faculty, and staff, would gather in the school grounds to partake in the festivities. Stalls would be set up by students, showcasing special spring delicacies and food traditionally enjoyed during rains by locals in Japan.

But Spring Shower wasn't just about food; it was also a time for entertainment and camaraderie. Students would organize various acts and performances for the entertainment of the attendees, showcasing their talents and creativity.

The atmosphere during Spring Shower was always electric, with laughter, musicals, and the smell of delicious food filling the air. It was a time for the entire school community to come together, celebrate the changing seasons, and create cherished memories that would last a lifetime. And for Emo and the rest of the 9-B council club, it marked the beginning of an exciting new chapter in their journey as student leaders, as they played an integral role in organizing and executing the festival.

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Emo moved around the round table with purpose, a dust cloth in hand as she hummed a soft tune to herself. The dim sunlight streamed in through the open window, casting a warm glow on one side of her face. Though classes had already begun, Emo, as the club leader, had special permission to engage in club activities whenever she pleased. Taking advantage of this privilege, she devoted her time to organizing and planning, ensuring that the club continued to run smoothly even when other members were occupied with their studies.

With practiced efficiency, Emo seated herself at the table, arranging sheets of paper and sketch pens neatly on the worktop in front of her. With a ruler and pencil in hand, she began to draw precise, straight lines across a large sheet, forming a table. Each line was meticulously measured and executed, a testament to her attention to detail.

As she worked, Emo organized words and numbers on the sheet, creating a structure that would serve as a guide for the club's upcoming activities and assignments. The curtains fluttered gently in the light breeze, adding a serene backdrop to her focused efforts. With a graceful motion, Emo tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her movements fluid and confident as she coordinated information on the sheet.

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Emo sat proudly at the round table, her hands clasped behind her head as she gazed at the white sheet of paper in front of her. A smile played on her lips as she hummed happily, eagerly awaiting the arrival of her club members so she could unveil her new plan to them. But as her voice filled the room, her eyes wandered, landing on the corner where purple cartons were stacked against the wall.

A sense of determination washed over Emo as she rose from her chair, twirling across the floor to the stack of cartons. With a firm resolve, she decided to clear them out of the room before her club members arrived, taking it upon herself to tackle the task at hand. Grabbing the topmost box with both hands, she strained against its weight, her muscles tensing with the effort.