The Case of the wrecked rehearsal (Friday Barnes)

An unpainted set

Mirabella had left the rehearsal. So Trea had to continue on with the play.

"Ok let's change to the outside set" Trea called into a microphone, making Friday wince. Her voice could curdle milk. The curtains were drawn and all the stage hands moved all the props. Then they dropped the backboard which was supposed to have a pretty garden painted on it but instead it had the letters to paint in big bold streaks of acrylic paint. When Trea saw it she lost it.

"WHY the fuck dose it say to paint. IVAN" She screamed. A tired Ivan came round from the curtain his clothes covered in paint. It turned out that what he lacked in soccer skills he made up for in painting. All his artwork looked like it belonged in a museum. So when they needed someone to paint he was obviously there first choice. 

"What" he groaned, brushing his hair out of his face and getting paint on his face.

"You said you could finish painting the sets in 2 weeks. So why aren't the sets painted" Trea sneered.

"Unlike you I actually do my school work." Ivan retorted.

"Well you should of made this your number one priority" Trea complained.

"I'm sorry but not everyone can pay there way into collage." 

"Ugh! If had of known you would be so lazy, I would of painted it myself". Trea had crossed a line. Everyone knew not to mess with Ivan when it come's to being lazy, because he was extremely dedicated to everything he dose.

"Judging by your makeup skills that wouldn't of turned out very well" Ivan snapped.

"Augh!" Trea cried, everybody winced.

"Speaking of makeup you should use glue instead of chapstick." Ivan said turning round to start work on the outside set.

A/N: I kind of felt bad for Ivan in my previous book so I hope I gave him the recognition he needed.