My Almost Best Friend

Chapter 8

Chapter 8:

Well drama class today definitely lived up to its name. It started with Summer trudging into the room, tears and all.

Snickers rang out across the back row.
She gave us all death glares through her puffy red eyes.

We could hear her entire conversation with Mrs. Collins about why it was unfair, she was more experienced, broken traditions, a whole bunch of unnecessary frustrations. Instead of "whispers", every word coming out of her mouth was like a strangled cat cry.

Most of the class was having a fit, laughing. Even her best friend Hilary was letting out a few snickers.

Eventually Mrs. Collins had enough of it and made Summer go back to her seat. Summer returned, grumpily muttering things to herself.

"Now," Mrs. Collins began, rubbing her hands together, "Today we will begin costume alterations!"

Opening a big closet, she revealed the light blue Alice dress. It was dusty and faded, given it was used in the Alice in Wonderland play 8 years ago, and the drama department never made custom costumes.

Last year, when the school did Rapunzel, Summer hated the old purple dress and desperately wanted to go out and buy her own, but Mrs. Collins insisted that she where the standard one.

So you can simply imagine the fury she felt when Mrs. Collins announced Amarys would be getting a custom made one this year.

"It's time for a change," she said boldly.

"What about the Queen of Hearts costume?" Summer retorted, pursing her lips, "Shouldn't she get a new one as well?"

"Well, I don't think we have enough in the budget to make two custom made costumes, and Amarys is the lead, and since nothing's wrong with your costume..." Mrs. Collins trailed on.

Summers nostrils flared as she pivoted away from her, infuriated, but not defeated.

Mrs. Collins handed Hilary, this years costume director, and Amarys, a costume catalog to flip through. She then got busy instructing the rest of us to get started painting the scenery.

I grabbed a brush and started on a scene of a sky. Trevor stealthily popped up next to me. I raised my eyebrows.

"What, no reaction?" he whined.

"You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Yup."

"Fine then, but watch your back," he whispered suspiciously. I laughed and elbowed him in the ribs.

"You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that," he taunted, mimicking my tone.

We both giggled and I found myself staring in his blue eyes. He stared back. We were then interrupted by a crash and a yelp from Summer.

"Oh my gosh!" she screamed. A bucket of blue paint had fallen onto her costume and she sat in a heap on the floor. "The paint fell on me and ruined my costume!" she whined, blinking away fake tears. Of course it just happened to stain her costume that she'd been trying to get rid of.

"Oh dear!" Mrs. Collins said in a very flustered tone, "Lets get you cleaned up and we'll just have to order you a new one." I could not believe it. Summer got her way again.

"Brian!" Summer screeched, "Come help me!"

"Hey I'll help ya man," Trevor said, rushing to Brian's side. Summer even managed to steal the attention of Trevor from me. With a quick glare in her direction, I hastily finished the puffy white clouds.