21st Day of Tent

Chapter 2

* Michaella's POV *

We heard the signal; it's our time to take a rest. When we walked back in to the backstage, they are busy cleaning up and preparing all the props for the next wave. I sat on one of the chairs where Loraine sits on my side.

"You did amazing out there, Mich" She beamed while fixing herself at the mirror. I can't imagine we really did it on the behalf of our program yet we didn't get the chance to see our special guest this morning. In fact, Loraine supposed to make an intermission number for the audience as a substitute for the missing action of our guest, people are bantering her to do it even the high school students bumped in to the crowd but she didn't do it anyway, she said that we're going to have fun instead of it. There are some students from our average jumped in and we weren't supposed to consider them but for the sake of making our main audiences happier we just let them.

"So are you, Lor but it could be more than that if you make it out what we are pulling you back there" I chuckled. Some days, she's showing her other side like being shy around to many peeps but I'm not used to it, since the day we met she never showed her other side and you need to haunt her over before she carry out. I never get bored around her I believed in her on whatever she's doing right now it can be a great anticipation for her in the future. I accept her whoever she is; no matter what happen she's still my best friend and I will be with her.

"I'm not going to pull it off even they have to look for something that could take away my uncertainties" She rolled her eyes and took out her phone.

"Typical you" I snorted when someone bangs the door behind us. I take a glance from my shoulder; I assume that's a guy for the reason that he can carry 2 large boxes that it seems so profound to look at. When he set down the boxes I never thought that he will be here to lend a hand.

"Why is he here?" As soon as I looked at her, I guess I'm not the only one who thinks what his aim here.

"Obviously he's showing gratitude to them, but that's odd you think?" I diverted my eyes to someone who bought some water bottle for her boyfriend if I'm precise.

"Hailey Tridge" We both said while looking back at the mirror and laughed.

Hailey Tridge became famous since she dated the popular guy at our school during our 9th grade; apparently the guy was 3 years older than Hailey in view of the fact that guy is not here anymore, he graduated last year and that was the time they broke up. Hailey decided to because she's no longer confined without her boyfriend as the guy flew away from here to Rome. Over the past 6 months she was completely out of her mind like every day she's completely still on her new sick attitude, but nowadays she's getting better and if I'm right this guy here lending a hand is the cause of her innovative manner. She wouldn't be here if that's the case.

"I guess she's into this guy again" Loraine chuckled. I barely considered others' famous if they utterly know about the background of the story they might know without caution. That's the time I will recognize and tell them about what's going on in this school. Being a silent blogger in school, because they forced me to, is not easy. If you wonder what's the latest rumor here is Hailey Tridge is a bitch since she felt the moment of being prominent in school. As a proof, right now she is rubbing the guy's body. As we all know guys is going to give in within few minutes as she's on her track holding his hand to pull him out of here. Basically, I can see them in front of the surreptitiously mirror and also I'm not in an undertaking mode, but this is really a bound for a big shot, really like it can waft something plague.

"Josh Betterson!" Someone shouted near at the audio coordinator if my presumption is exact. He swiftly broke the connection between them and he said some fad to her but Loraine is talking to me so, I didn't hear the whole thing. But I don't want to know either; I think I'm might be the cause of their exchanging blows.

He hurriedly run through the pavement of black pedestal while Hailey is striding out from here as her face looks a bit thwarted and we guessed that didn't went well. We looked at each other and we nodded at the same time I think she's aware of something too. We need to talk.

Josh Betterson, I guess we're at the same level of status in school. I never talked to him either hanging out with him since I transferred here on 2011. We're not totally alike but there's a split second I can distinguish myself at him, and that's pretty peculiar. If you ask Loraine she would definitely say, you two are reminiscent of something I have before. He got these brown eyes, kind a blonde hair and his hair is always on the side but the side of his is in the vein of a shaved hair. But he has a long hair not totally lengthy just a little bit. That's why girls loved it so much; he's pretty quiet definitely to keep your eye on. He has 2 best friends but they're all good looking, however I have different description about it. When people are so passionate about this person, I proclaim that person is a good looking. Well, I can almost define all the people in our consignment by examining them physically. But I need to make sure that all my theories are assertively approved.

Once we're clear, we started chatting about what happened earlier was so psyche blowing. We didn't expect that coming even the scissor detaches from each other. It can give us more clear explanation on how did she befall to conscience. I really didn't get it, all of it Loraine trying to put the picture in it.

"What if she's trying to penetrate in order she can pick up from the grass?" I asked while trying to scrutinize the situation.

"What kind of entity she can get?" She asked while looking at me directly.

Someone walks in wearing black and white sneakers, jeans and white top. Someone who could—make my day ruin. He took a glance from me and continues what he's doing. Why would this season be so unstable, I mentally asked myself. I found my seatmate looking at me and to him over and over again while he's walking towards us. I literally rolled my eyes to this ridiculous sight, if I'm not being sarcastic he would have take it for granted but he's already here in my freaking view with a box of chocolate and a mineral water from his hand. He sighed and rolled my eyes whilst my best friend covering her mouth with her hands smiling. I can exactly see it from here if she's not aware.

"If it isn't the spiky one. What is that?" I stared next to his hand and raised my right eyebrow

"Why I'm not surprised, big mouth" He chuckled and put the box and water at the table in front of me. I turned my chair to him. He used to call me that because I'm the one who's raising the voice whenever we argue about something that could possibly heave my resentment.

"What's your point, Mr. Austine?" I crossed my arms and still raising it.

"To deliver those to you, Ms. Hazeldine" He said while bowing at me and strides away.

"Wait, who sent these to you?" I asked while his back facing on me. He looked on his shoulders,

"Not on my concern" He shrugged and strolled out from here leaving me perplexed about what happened.

"Could we rewind a bit?" while looking back at the mirror and still stunned. She looked at me like I knew the answer, but I can't process anything in my mind right now. It's really hard for me to take it however it's really confusing me the way his mouth move and his jaw—wait what was I thinking.

"Stop it would you? Let's get these for you" She grabs it and stopped herself at the corner where our things located.

I don't mind what's happening around me I just leave it there and that, but today is really picking on me. It's getting in my palm trying to seize it by my own. I was having a great time a few hours ago, hosting all the children in front of me, playing some games, calling out the next part of the program and calling out the attention of our intermission numbers but I never ever saw this coming. I wasn't even expecting all of this to happen.

The next thing I heard was our signal ringing through my lungs. It's our second program of the day; I need to act naturally but still, it kept bugging me.

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