I guess this is the end…or the beginning?

—Have you ever been through something crazy? Like, something weird, mysterious, insane?

“Hey, Kaori! Are you even paying attention to me?”

The girl trying to grab my attention is Osana Najimi, my fellow club member and best friend. She’s weird. But I don't like to admit it.

“Osana, jeez louise!”

“Eh? Kaori, what are you talking about?!”

“You know what? Nevermind…”

Yes, these are our weird conversations every single day!

I know this is off topic but it will only take a moment, I promise.

How do you define love?

Love is a feeling of strong affection for another. Or it can be attraction based on sexual

desire. Whichever one you think it is, how do you love someone you know?

“Okay, everyone! The meeting starts now!”

“Osana! You're not the club president!”

“Shut up Kaori! You're not the president either!”

“Osana!”

“You two! Listen up!” Haru, the club president and my classmate stared at me and Osana intently.

“Yes, sensei!” Both me and Osana looked up at him anxiously.

“Good, good. Now listen up!”

We both stayed completely silent.

“Okay, everyone! We have an issue regarding our news report for the school secretary.”

“W-What do you mean, Harriet?”

“Do not call me Harriet, you idiot!”

“I-I’m not an idiot, Harriet!”

“STOP CALLING ME HARRIET!”

“But I love you, Harriet!”

“Guys, stop it!” Osana quickly interjected, putting her hands between them.

Yuki, the girl trying to flirt with Haru, kept bickering with him, until the school bell rang. Everyone packed up and left the club room, except Osana and I; Osana quickly gathered her things and approached me.

“Kaori, are you coming?” Osana’s voice rang out, I turned to see her standing by the door, her backpack already slung over her shoulder.

“Hold on, I'm coming.” I called, while I shoved my belongings into my canvas backpack, slung it over my shoulder, and walked towards the door with Osana following behind me. We stepped out into the hallway, and joined the throngs of students.

“Hey, wait up!” Osana called out to some other girls that were walking together, trying desperately to catch up. I let her get ahead into another crowd of students. I watched as Osana made her way across the crowd of freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and us, seniors.

This was one of those times in high school when the halls are packed and noisy, it made me wonder if it will ever change.