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TOBY groaned as he searched urgently through his backpack. He was already late to rehearsal and this wasn't helping. He checked his locker, his backpack and it was nowhere to be found. Toby slapped his palm against his forehead in frustration before he pulled out his phone, opening his messages and pressing on Carlos's contact.
Toby Hey Carlos! Gonna be just a few minutes late I lost the script
Carlos All good toby I'll let Miss Jenn know! Gonna have EJ sub in
Toby felt a pang in his chest as he read the name. He shook his head and put his phone back in his pocket before checking his locker for the fifth time. After about fifteen minutes of whining, hitting heads against lockers, he decided to just pray that Forrest had his script. He shut his locker and speed walked down the empty hallways. Toby had noticed Ricky walking behind him and when Toby got to the door, so did Ricky. "Sorry I'm late!" They both yelled before looking at each other awkwardly. "My mom caught an earlier flight." Ricky explained.
"What's your excuse Toby?" Miss Jenn asked, crossing her arms, an eyebrow raised. He looked up from his shoes and his ears turned red.
"Me? I-i...lost my script" he mumbled the last part. Miss Jenn sighed and crossed her arms.
"I did too.. where are we?" Ricky asked, after giving a sympathetic look to Toby.
"Scene seven. You both need a script and a pencil. It's a blocking rehearsal after all." Toby glanced between Ashlyn and Forrest. Forrest took out two extra pencils from his backpack "I have some extra pencils, I can just share with Toby and Ricky" Toby gave out a sigh of relief as he reached forward to grab the pencils. But, Miss Jenn had paused his actions, as if she had a T.V remote to control Toby.
"No, actually they can't." She said sternly. "When you come to rehearsal people, you come prepared." Toby scratched the back of his neck as he looked down, avoiding contact with everyone. He felt his palms getting sweaty from Miss Jenns glare. Then, suddenly, Natalie Bailey had burst into the room, panting, a small cardboard box in her hands. Ashlyn nearly jumped from her seat as she walked over to Natalie.
"Was he in your gym locker?" She asked. Toby lifted his head up and tilted it to the side. "He?" Who was Natalie hiding in her locker?. Forrest then spoke up. "You guys still haven't found the hamster?" Natalie shook her head. Toby then nodded as realization hit him.
"The only thing in my locker was my cherry lip balm." Natalie said, her breath still heavy. "But it had Elliot's teeth marks in it" poor girl..poor hamster, thought Toby.
"I'm sure that wouldn't hurt him." Ashlyn nodded, putting a comforting hand on Natalie's shoulder.
