(chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)
"Uh... h-hi..." Chihiri stammered, casting her head down as she couldn't bring herself to look anybody in the eye.
The last thing Chihiro wanted was to be surrounded by other students with nothing on but a tarp, but she knew that running away would only make people more curious. At least these people thought she was dressed, so they wouldn't get too curious. Even better, Chihiro might be able to get her hands on a more decent costume, or somebody's change of clothes! Normally Chihiro would never entertain the idea of theft, but her predicament was a **** one.
"Hey, Fushimi." One of the club members said. Chihiro recognized him as one of her classmates, someone who saw her every day! "I'm seriously surprised you volunteered to be an extra! Trying to break out of that shy shell of yours, huh?"
"Uh... yeah." Chihiro said. Whatever these people wanted to believe, Chihiro would go ahead and entertain the thought. Being argumentative would only complicate things.
"Well, good for you!" the club member said. "Since you're already in costume, you should go on ahead and-"
