The Case of the wrecked rehearsal (Friday Barnes)

All seems well

They all carried the chairs to the assembly room leaving the year twelves to sit cross legged on the floor like bunch of primaries. Ambulating into a room profuse of wild lions would have a better outcome for the chair gatherers than the scene they came back to.

"Four hours, our play starts in four hours" Trea scolded upon their arrival "and we have three broken chandeliers, a messed-up script, and a cast who has been no help whatsoever."

"Lovley to see you to Trea" Melanie muttered sarcastically.

Under Trea's supervision they set up the chairs. It took them a lot longer than it should of because Trea could not make up her mind.

"Mabey if you move it a little to the left Melanie."

"No not there Ian."

"Your left Friday, your left"

For fifteen minutes they arranged the seats! Until eventually, Trea found a seating arrangement that satisfied her.

"I think we're good" Trea said looking at all the chairs "Although..."

Friday cut her of "No, no we're good" she glanced over at Ian who started to edge backwards. As soon as Trea turned away he sprinted to the control table.

From that point on the dress rehearsal started getting better. Ivan made a knew chandelier, Melanie helped by finishing the outside set, Susan and Patel got through there dance and Trea had an almost calm and respectful attitude. The last scene ended and the whole eighth grade class cheered, now all they had to do was drop the curtains and dim the lights, so the cast could do there bows. Everything in the assembly room went black. Friday couldn't even see her own hands. A scream pierced across the stage. Unlike Trea's it wasn't like an animal, more softer like it was actually in pain. Something grabbed her hand. Friday glanced over at Ian, who she clearly couldn't see but she could feel him looking at her with a worried look on his face. The lights came back on, and Friday raised the curtains.