THE HIT SHOW [ONGOING]

ACT 3, SCENE 1: The Bunny Slippers

The announcement had come through in the afternoon, during History.

It was told that most clubs would be canceled for the snow that was piling since the weekend. The students were to speak with their teams to figure out a solution.

Leon, to Willow's surprise, wasn't so jolly that day. He was agitated and stressed. He told the team that he would've preferred to continue however the cold that circulated the ancient theatre had been deadly. Hence, he said he would figure out a way to fix it.

For Sylvie, this meant that swim practices were off. It was all so sudden the way she was informed. Sylvie thought that it wouldn't be canceled, as Coach Koval believed it would be better for students to go swimming in the cold. That reminded Sylvie of the video of Russians throwing their babies into ice-cold water. She wondered if Koval had done that to Veronica, as she was unbothered by the existing cold.

That day, Sylvie had been in the changerooms alone. She was suddenly approached by Veronica.

"Practice is canceled. They said it's too cold."

With that brief statement, Veronica turned on her heel and left. Sylvie though back at the time when they had seen her a the cafe. She seemed like a new being, whereas here she was completely the opposite.

Here she was now, cold, mean, and a bully. Sylvie knew not to get too close, to avoid being picked on by her. She couldn't afford that.

As for class, the class would remain, unless they were dead.

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It had been a week of this and Willow was glad that Friday had hit. She sat at the study desk, glad that the two hyenas were out of the room but sad the Sylvie hadn't arrived yet.

Then there she was. A great slam of the door awoke her from her thoughts about trigonometry.

She had never seen Sylvie this way.

Her cheeks were red, not like the red that happened when she was cold, but the red that was pure fury. Her chest was heaving and her eyes were filled with tears.

She was upset. Or angry? Maybe both.

Willow stood up trying to collect her thoughts to ask her the question.

"I'm off. I'm off the team."

Willow was about to laugh but she held herself.

"How can you be off the team, when there was no team in a week?" She thought out loud.

"I don't kn-" And now, Sylvie was crying.

Willow hated seeing Sylvie like this. She took her hand and pulled her into the dorm, hugging the taller girl as she sobbed on her shoulder.

A moment of sobs later, Slyvie tried her efforts to calm her self down with breathing. Willow was amused and thought that shit was only done by actors.

"K-Koval said that I didn't come to practice for a week because I was too weak. She said I'm off the team..."

Sylvie's timid self was back but this time she wasn't shy and timid,  she was timid and hurt like a baby deer.

Willow threw out what she knew about trigonometry to think about what had happened. Then, the dots were slowly connecting.

"Bitch..." She hissed.

Sylvie's eyes were wide. "What?"

Willow sighed. "Not you, wait here."

Willow stormed out, still in her comfortable tracksuit pants and her bunny slippers. Her fury was enough to keep her warm, or at least she thought. She pushed through anyway, almost marching in the snow to find her enemy.