Eighth graders they can be nice. Yet they still think they are the shiz. I helped with the play this year. I was incharge of moving sets and props. All the eighth graders did to repay us was yell at us and curse us. Reherssal the night before was rough cause a girl tried to strangle me. People tried to hit us with props. It was crazy they were crazy. A boy in the eighth grade was scaring me and my friend. He was very annoying. Lucky jazz and Ella they got the lights. Just my luck. The play it's self was good but backstage it was weird and crazy at the same time.
//That's all I have to say but see you next time on the crazy trian wreck.^_^
