Stand ' U N k N O W n ' ( Jojo Bizarre Adventure Fanfic )

Luna's 1st Club Day

Friday...

Luna PoV

I walked to school alone since my brother is right now with Jonathan on a mission of whatsoever, today is friday in my jogging pants and the school t-shirt of this crappy school but had to admit... It was pretty awesome with the symbol of cherry blossoms then the person from yesterday really did appear outside of fhe school, Zebbiana " Oh! Ohayo Gozaimasu Luna~chan! " She waved.

" Yeah yeah mornin'now... Carry my bag would you? " I threw my bag to her as she grabbed it and I walked inside like a queen with her duke or whatever... I went into my locker in the corner of our classroom as I grabbed my mini-cooler from my bag and got my soda then drank it.

" So, do you already know your club to join in? " she asked as I almost choked my drink infront of her.

" C-club? " I asked her. Then some just really need TO PISS ME OFF IN THIS KIND OF MORNING.

" Stupid! This 1st week of friday is where every students decide to whick club you'll be into and kt depends on what you're good at " I muted then she was angry all the sudden.

" Stop ignoring me moron! " mean girl replied.

" I... Uhm...etto.." I slapped my face and connect both of my fourth finger together.

" She was trying to say that she didn't got your name " Zebbiana replied.

" THANK YOU for knowing what I'm tryna say! " I thanked her in a manner way.

" Whoops! Where are my manners? My name is Martha Zukujo. Nice to meet you " she replied as I rolled my eyes. Then the buzz song was in the speaker.

" Attention all students, please proceed to find your clubs and remember... First come, first serve nya~! "

I sweatdrop for awhile but... It seems everyone has their club even nerd shit left me fuck this. So I decided to started to search me a club, I first visited baking club

" It's a good club but... I do cooking always at home "

Then I next visited where Martha's club is... Sports Club, as I see many balls hitting forth and back and throwing it at heads.

" It seems that it brings me nightmares... "

I shivered, I went most of the clubs but not even a single club impressed me although I do those activities mostly at home. I kept walking to the hallways trying to read all the clubs that were enlisted in the checkboard " Life is hard, I cry " I faked cry until I bumped into one of the teachers.

" Mrs. Kujo.. you haven't got into your club yet? " He asked a bit.

" Sorry... It's just, I'm not interested in most of them since I do it at home so I wanted to try something new " I replied. He held his chin a bit but I think he thought of something.

" You knoww.... There is this one club that you might get interested in but it's rank is a low class one. It's the Garden Club and the club location is in the back of the school. You'll find a greenhouse and please take the safety route. Ok? " He asked I nodded and fixed my hair a bit. I walked to the hallways following the safety route, as I finally reached to the back of the school. It is windy outside, so cool... continuing on my way to the greenhouse, I felt the breeze of the sakura flower and the sports club doing their training at first day.

I knocked on the door, no one answered but it was opened already by the time I got here and went in instead, inside of the greenhouse was full of plants with a wide space for the equipments of the gardens and plants, then infront of me was a bit of gardening territory where vegetables grow and into those pots were full of lemons, up above me was a handmade flowerpot with strings above the greenhouse, as the door window was opened in an acute angle everywhere around me... Is filled with nature, all the sudden my heart was filled with calmness everytime I smelled this greenhouse. Then a whistle was heard up above, it must be the moderator of the garden club then the figure turned his head in the entrance door he was shocked wait a minute... I didn't realize, THE PLANT WAS HELPING HIM UP!! he flopped down infront of me " Who are you?! How on earth did you know about this club?!! " He asked.