in which you, an aspiring filmmaker,
find the perfect actor for your breakout short film.
casting is difficult for the main love interest,
but once a certain blue-eyed boy comes into your life, you know he's the one...
maybe in more ways than yo...
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CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
the flash kit catastrophe, pt. 3
"no one is screwed," said maeve. "for all we know, we'll never make it out of here and you won't have to face your parents' wrath!"
"how comforting!" i said, my voice cracking. "i don't even want to think about it. let's play an actual game. please."
i sluggishly got out of fennel's chair and joined the two on the other side of the desk. once we were all together, slouched on the nearest lab table, no words, but silent stares, were exchanged. "staring contest it is," i remarked.
i won the first round, of course, against walker while maeve refereed. it was fun at first, but after the third round of me beating both of them, it got repetitive and plain boring. the same thing happened since those darn muscular hands of walker's just had to win every thumb war. and of course, maeve's brain worked in mysterious, telepathic ways. she won every round of twenty questions, even when the subject was something she knew little about.
by this point, we were all sprawled out on the head-ache-inducingly hard surface. maeve sighed. "games just aren't fun when you have no chance of losing."
"you can't necessarily lose 'i spy,' that is unless you give up," i said. then i turned toward the window. walker got us by spying the moon in january. through the blinds, i could see that the sky was just beginning to darken into a deep orange. and through the clock on the wall, i could see that we'd been in here for over two long hours.
"i spy with my tremendous eye," started walker, scanning the room from his worm's-eye view. maeve and i chuckled. "hmm... something..."
the lights shut off outside the classroom after a distant click. "wait, if a custodian just turned off the lights up here," said maeve, "then he could let us out!" she sprung up, ran over to the door, and started flicking on and off the internal lights.
"hey! i spy abandonment!" called walker as i followed her.
"you can't seriously want to stay stuck in here playing games instead of letting me convince the custodian this place is haunted," she retorted.
they kept bickering, but i listened in on the echoing footsteps outside. they were in rhythm with the jangling of keys, and they were growing nearer along with my hope of getting out. i bit my lip in anticipation as a man's silhouette appeared around the corner. come on!
he turned away from us, facing the classroom to his right. sure, it was open when it wasn't supposed to be, but it was devoid of people, not filled with spirits!
maeve screamed directly into my ear, but her cries were directed at the janitor. "hey, are you blind? over here, idiot!"
the man lurked into the classroom and started investigating the doorknob. doorknobs are sooo interesting!
