~Heavily OOC Characters~

~You've Been Warned~

"Do you know de way, bruddah?"

"I swear to God, Natsuki!"

"Spit on da non-believa!"

"Et tu, Sayori?!"

"D-dat is not da way, m-ma queen..."

"YURI?!"

. . . . .

Joining a club during high school is a glorious experience. Starting a club is an even more wondrous one. Starting a club and having your three best friends join? That's a nightmare. Oft times people wonder why our club hasn't grown as of yet; if you ask me, the answer is simple.

As smart or as mature as my friends usually are... they're morons, the lot of them. Sure, they act all dignified or uptight or even cutesy but get any of them alone... that's another story entirely.

. . . . .

"Monikaaaa! Natsuki stole my cupcake!"

"I did not, I made them for me!"

"You don't bring cupcakes to the meeting without sharing! It's rude!"

"I-it is rather rude, N-Natsuki..."

"I made them for me! You guys can go bake your own!"

"We can't bake, that's what you're here for!"

"Monikaaaa, tell them to stop using me!"

. . . . .

Don't get me wrong, I don't hate them. I just wish they'd grow up a little more, is all. We're nearing our final years in high school and I want them to be memorable... granted, they are definitely going to be, but I was hoping for sweeter, fonder memories. Not... this.

None of them were like this in middle school; Yuri wasn't shy, Natsuki wasn't so self-absorbed and Sayori, ah, well... she was less Sayori then than she is now. Matter of fact, I wasn't even really like this in middle school either. I wasn't always the girl with the stick up her butt. I am now, but that's by their standards apparently.

Stupid ingrates.

. . . . .

"Hey Natsuki!"

"Yeah?"

"Momma showed me how to tie a rope, wanna see?"

"Sure!"

"Hey girls, sorry I'm late, I — Sayori! Stop making that noose this instant!"

"This isn't a noose, Monika, it's a knot!"

"M-my daddy gave-gave me a knife. It's really s-sharp."

"Jesus Christ, put that thing away before you stab somebody!"

"Hey, that's cool Yuri! My papa gives me cute, purple skin! Sometimes it's blue though, eyuck!"

"Oh my God."

. . . . .

Personally, I'm glad we all grew up from those days. I can only wonder what would happen if any of their tendencies stuck with them now. I shudder to think anything bad happening to them. As stupid as they are, I love them and they're my best friends. Still, though, I hope that one day we can maintain more than four members in this mock-idea of a club.

Sayori said something about inviting a childhood friend, so I guess we'll see how that pans out. If she, or he, is anything like these three, I'm going to tear my hair out. It's hard enough as it is, I don't need another Sayori or another Yuri or another Natsuki.

Please, give me another Monika.

Just... Monika.

Mainly to appease the Writer's Block God...

And then proceeding to shoot him in the face.