Falling In Fall (Major Editing)

Hunches and feels

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"Marvelous!" Mr. Blake applauded and commended, "A, for Kevin's group!"

"Thank you, sir!" Kevin and the others from the group spoke in unison after taking a bow, earning multiple claps around the room.

"And the next group will be..." Mr. Blake spoke, randomly picking a paper in a small blue box where group names were written.

Please not us. Let it be others. I thought hopefully.

Mr. Blake slowly opened the paper and voiced out what was listed, "Chelsea's group." Phew. Glad it's not us, yet. One more group, though..

We haven't took another practice to rewind each scenes on the play, because Stacy went out on lunch time, while Chase ran another try-outs. The last practice we had was the one we did at Paul's house, that was why I had been nervous ever since we stepped in on history.

Chelsea's group walked in front of the class without any costumes or props.

"No costumes?" Mr. Blake asked.

Chelsea took a step forward and fidgeted. "Uhm, no sir."

"Then what? Don't tell me you're not ready. I already gave you enough time. I gave you all enough time." Mr. Blake retorted, casting a glance on all of us.

Uh-oh. If we were picked last to perform we'll probably be dead, now that Mr. Blake has his bad vibe.

"Sir. We... we.. lost our script just yesterday and... We hadn't had much time..." Chelsea stuttered while twiddling her thumbs.

"Time..-- Okay, I have heard enough." Mr. Stone cuts off, 

"Sir, please let us do our presentation." Chelsea begged.

"Ms. Differd, I can't just let you do the play without any props. What do you think would your audience feel?-- Bored. Pretty much everyone in this class would sleep rather than to watch. Am I right?" Mr. Blake stated, before he stared at his record book as if thinking what to do and say next.

"Sir, we understand. But with what happened, instead of making our costumes we ended up rewriting our script. If you could just give us a chance to perform our play tomorrow, please?" There was a minute of silence before Mr. Stone had spoken.

"I'm afraid I can't. But, I'll give you a very special assignment instead..-- Pass a document about mediaeval ages. I want papers not less than twenty, back and forth. Present it to me on Monday, eight sharp, in my office. Clear?"

Oh dear. I thought as I started to sweat all toxics underneath my three layers of skin. I mean who wouldn't. Linda said it herself, we aren't ready.

"Nervous?" Chase suddenly asked who was now sitting on my side, instead of his usual one or two chairs away.

"Anxious." I admitted being on a mental state of uneasiness and nervousness,

"Aren't you?"

"I don't have any reasons as to why I should feel anxious about this." He boasted.

"Wow. I'm not so sure, but I think I saw your head grow big, at the wrong turn." I insulted, rolling my eyes.

"Okay for our last group.." Mr. Blake trailed off catching our attention, just in time when Chase opened her mouth to speak.

There was a long pause, "Venice's group."