Red Sparks

Chapter 10: Missing Mascot

Taegan’s POV,

 *Social Studies classroom*

As soon as the bell rang, I hurried out of Social Studies class and headed for Mrs. Lesauvage class, English Literature.  I made my way to the back of the class, my favorite place to sit, for this class anyways. I saw Jane come in not long after that and waved to her, but she didn’t see me. Oh well.

I took out my note book and began scribbling notes for follow ups for the yearbook meeting. Mr. Duke was getting on my case about my updates and I did not want to disappoint him. As I was scribbling away, I could hear Mrs. Lesauvage raving on and on about some play. I still have trouble understanding her even though I’ve tried my best to understand her ever since she started working here at Haywood High. *sigh* Its gonna be another tough term. I sat back and tried to pay attention to her.

Mrs. Lesauvage: The play for thiz year Fall Festival vill be Romeo & Zuliet, thiz story iz… *continues talking in her thick French accent*

Me: (Romeo and Juliet? Why does she always pick plays from Shakespeare? Not that I had anything against Shakespeare, but we’ve been doing only his plays ever since she worked here)

I glanced at Jane, she seemed to be holding up, not falling asleep I mean. I would be snoozing away by now if I didn’t have my editor duties.  An idea suddenly came to mind and I quickly made a paperball.

Mrs. Lesauvage: It iz a very lovely story bout thiz loving couple who *continues*

Me: *throws paperball at Jane*

Jane: *spins around* Taegan!

Me: *make a funny face and mocking Mrs. Lesauvage in her accent* I iz very handsome no? Vould you like to buy me lunch Ms Gillzmore?? *snickers*

I saw that Jane was shaking from laughter even though she had her mouth closed. I was about to go on, when suddenly -

Mrs. Lesauvage: Ms. Gillmore! Do I hear you volunteering to be thiz stage manager for this play?

Me: (Uh-Oh)

Jane: Huh? I er… I didn’t mean to… I mean…

Mrs. Lesauvage: It iz settled! You will be the stage manager for thiz play! No buts!

Jane: Yes ma’am. *gives me a look*

Me: (Ooops). I couldn’t help it but I snickered a little.

Mrs. Lesauvage: And you Mr. Anderson will be ze Prop Manager! See you both later thiz afternoon at the main hall 4pm sharp!

Me: *surprised* Erm.. Yes ma’am. (Hurm, actually it’s a piece of cake. I had done a bit of that back when I was a rebel in my freshman days).

*lunch bell rings*

Mrs. Lesauvage: Class dismissed!

Me: (Thank goodness!)

Jane quickly went out of the classroom without waiting for me as I was stuffing my notebook into my bag. I ran out of the classroom and saw her heading towards our lockers. I ran towards her. When I reached her, she was struggling with her locker while I could open mine without a hitch. I looked at her as she said,

Jane: Why couldn’t the bell ring earlier before she saw me laughing? I have no idea how to run this play, let alone even understand her.

She manages to open her locker, shoves her book inside and then slamming her locker shut.