You never thought you'd join the book club. High school was already hectic enough with classes, extracurricular activities, and the looming pressure of the future. But there you were, nervously entering the library where the book club meetings were held, feeling a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.

When you opened the door, there stood Rosetta, the club president, adorned in a mishmash of wacky and tacky accessories. She wore a fake mustache that was slightly askew, a party hat adorned with glitter and feathers, and star-shaped glasses.

Before you could even process what was happening, Rosetta gleefully lit a firecracker and let it explode with a loud bang, causing you to jump in surprise.

“W—Welcome!" she exclaimed awkwardly.