Echoes of Fractured Realities: The Convergence Beyond Worlds

Ep 8 : A Whirlwind of Choices - Clubs, Friends, and Cooking

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Thursday - The Next Day

The next morning, I walked into class, feeling lighter after the festival and the fun we'd had. I took my seat, eager for another day with Shoma and Toru. Thursdays had started to feel different, more exciting—not just because Shoma loved them, but because there was always something new to discover.

Just as the bell rang, Shoma plopped down next to me, her orange eyes gleaming with energy. "Hey, Kira!" she said, leaning in. "Did you hear about the new club starting next month?"

I blinked, caught off guard. "A new club?"

"Yeah!" Shoma nodded enthusiastically, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Toru mentioned it earlier—something about a club that's been kept under wraps. He said the club leader will announce it soon."

Right then, Toru walked in, catching the end of our conversation. "Talking about the club already?" he smirked, sliding into his seat. "I overheard some older students talking about it yesterday."

"What kind of club is it?" I asked, intrigued.

Toru shrugged. "No one seems to know much. But it's got everyone curious. Could be something new."

Shoma grinned. "Whatever it is, we should check it out. Maybe it'll be fun!"

I nodded, curiosity stirring. The idea of a mysterious club piqued my interest, especially since no one knew what it was about. "Let's keep an eye on it. Could be worth joining."

As class began, I couldn't stop thinking about the club. Between the festival and this new mystery, the school year was turning out to be full of surprises.

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Lunchtime

After lunch, I walked down the hall with Shoma and Toru, still laughing about something silly. But out of nowhere, a hand grabbed my wrist.

"You! You must join us!" someone exclaimed.

Before I could react, I was yanked away from Shoma and Toru, who called after me in confusion. The next thing I knew, I was pulled into a room filled with blooming flowers.

"Welcome to the Flower Club!" a girl said cheerfully, handing me a bouquet of roses. The room smelled of fresh petals, and the students were arranging flowers with delicate care.

"Uh, thanks?" I managed, feeling overwhelmed.

"With your calm demeanor, you'd blend right in," she insisted, pointing to an arrangement.

Before I could respond, another hand grabbed me. "Sorry, Flower Club, but we're taking her!" a dramatic voice declared.