It was the end of the school day in Oakenheim High, Kanoa Marigold knew this because the bell had rang. She hated this school's bell, it was loud, electronic, and gave her a bad taste in her mouth like copper coins. Her mouth wriggled like a snake on a hot plate as she tried to get the sensation off of her tongue. Her fellow classmates had already sprouted from their seats like Jack in the Boxes, she knew it was Friday and all, but Kanoa didn't see the need to rush anywhere. Last time she checked the mall and other teenage hangouts weren't going anywhere. "Hmm." Kanoa reached for her phone and did a quick search on the web. "Yep, not going anywhere..."

The classroom emptied out, and only when she was the only one left did she exit herself. She really hated lines, the person behind and in front of you always expected so much from you. Step too slowly and they'd stomp on your heel, step too quickly and you'd bump into someone's poor unsuspecting back. She slung her bag over her shoulder and walked through the halls. Students were storming through the school like they always did, though she had to be thankful this town's population wasn't very large. Dense crowds tended to overload her senses, to the point she almost felt as if she were wading through a pool of assorted paints. Reds, blues, yellows, browns and purples, people's unique voices poured into her relentlessly. She let out a lazy sigh, and continued on her way. 

At the back of the school there was an empty classroom, there was a problem with the circuitry that caused the lights to burst whenever someone tried to change them, because of this the room was eerily dimmer than most others. Light seeped through a boarded window's gaps like an aperture, allowing just enough light inside the room to be serviceable, at least for her needs.

A boy was standing in front of the room's entrance tossing a key up and down in his hand. He saw Kanoa and turned towards her. "You know, just because you're the student council president doesn't mean you can order me around." He said, tossing the small object to her. She caught it, and gave it a quick glance before slipping it in her pocket.

"Good work, I trust you sent the invitations as well, vice-president?" She asked. The boy groaned and ran a hand through his blond hair, not too enthused that his complaint was ignored.

"Yeah yeah, I'm going now, I've got a date, enjoy your freaky club." He said, turning to leave, but Kanoa hugged him from behind. 

"Oh~? A date with who, vice-president?" 

"None of your business Kanoa, and stop calling me that, I have a name ya know!?" He struggled to shake her off, but her grip was surprisingly strong. She ignored his complaints once more, choosing instead to sniff his hair. 

"Is that cologne? you must really like this girl, you never wear that stuff." She took another whiff of the aroma. "Blueberry muffins?" She said, finally letting him go.

"That's not even close to what it's supposed to be, honestly, you need to get your head checked out!" He ranted, hurrying off before she decided to grab him again. 

Kanoa shrugged her shoulders and walked into the room, it was a little dusty, but she could easily fix that with a little elbow grease. She took a seat on a desk in the back of the room, which happened to be the brightest part of the room. Officially, she had taken this room for her 'club of the occult,' however, she had another purpose in mind. The invitations she had sent out were vague, yet clear to those that they were intended for. The invitations simply said. 

[i]To those that are aware of the unseen and unexplained, you are not alone. Strange things have been happening in this town, and while many refuse to accept this, or are unable to, we have the opportunity to do something about it. If you wish to know more, then please meet me in room 12C. I will understand if you ignore this message.[/i]