Working Diligently

Once the situation settled down and my girls pulled me to the table to join them, I obediently and diligently involved myself in the planning and working with the girls.

At the moment, the Literature Club room buzzed with a chaotic kind of harmony, the kind that only comes when everyone’s invested in a shared goal. Papers littered the long table, some scribbled with story outlines, one that we’d use to improve the existing scenarios or create new ones and others with costume sketches or prop lists.

The whiteboard was a mess of colorful bullet points, half-erased ideas, and Hana’s neat handwriting trying to impose order.

The sweet aroma of Mina’s tea lingered as she started brewing another pot. It mixed with the sharp scent of markers and the occasional whiff of perfume as the girls moved around the clubroom. Their voices overlapped in a lively chorus.

I leaned on the table with my chin resting on my palm and a pencil tucked behind my ear, watching the scene unfold.