💀 One crown. Five contestants. One fair competition. Or not. 💀
Delta Heights School, an all girls boarding school has just gotten spine-chilling. A harmless blackmail turns deadly when one of the five contestants for the Ms. Delta crown, an annual...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
It was difficult for Maya already, paying attention in Literature class with a teacher who spoke like she was lulling her students to sleep while taking them through the class reading assignment, four chapters from the book ‘Animal Farm’. And coupled with the fact that she could sense Kellan’s eyes on her back all the way from the other side of the room the entire period, she was beyond exhausted. And she was going to have to endure her scrutinizing gaze again after classes, in the Broadcasting Studio.
The bell rang for the end of school and everyone was quick to pack their stuff and exit, leaving their teachers’ shouts of a remainder of their assignments to fall on deaf ears.
Outside of class, in the hallway crowded with escaping students, Maya felt someone fall into step with her and she didn’t need to turn to see who it was. None of them bothered to speak as they walked to the Broadcasting Studio, climbing the stairs at the end of the hallway to the last floor where it was. When they made it to the room, Miley was already there and rehearsing what seemed to be her lines for her video.
Everything and everyone was set for recording. The camera was in place and ready, as were the lighting and backdrop and the rest of the equipment. The members of the Student Media team stood at their respective places, prepared.
The interning Digital Media teacher Ms. Dixon, a young and very energetic brunette turned blond, ushered them in, a little overly excited. “Welcome, welcome." She gave them each a sheet of paper. “This is just a little sample script for the video. Use them as guides and produce your own versions as quickly as you can and we will all be done in minutes. Hanna will be running a little late so you girls will go on first, one after the other."
Sitting on the waiting chairs by the door, they watched as Miley delivered her lines as confidently as she could, which was not much. Ms. Dixon did her best in coaching Miley and ended up having to retake the video 24 times. The media team, especially the camera guy, by the 20th time were rubbing their ears which were tired from Ms. Dixon’s continuous shouting of ‘cut’. The 25th video was slightly better than the rest and when Ms. Dixon shouted “Cut. We have our video.” very loudly, Miley couldn’t have exited fast enough.
“Does she think she’s directing a movie?” Miley heard one of the team members say as she left the studio, ignoring Kellan’s gaze on her way out.
With Miley finally finished with hers, Maya got up and went forward in a flash before Kellan could even stand.
“In a hurry, are we?” Ms. Dixon commented with a smile ushering Maya in front of the camera and making a show of dressing her up for the video.
Kellan gave an exasperated sigh, when she made head of Maya’s urgency; Miley was finished with her video and had left. And Maya was going to be done soon and would also go, leaving Kellan as the last and by which the time she would be done both of them would be well out of sight. Kellan caught Maya’s eye. “Well played.” She mouthed and Maya smirked from behind the cameras.
