Puppeteer

Chapter 19-shall we chat?

"What are you doing?" Ast desperately whispered as a well-placed glare was aimed towards me. I didn't care.

"Shut up and see." With the drawings finally completed, I beamed at Ast.

He was about to whistle, but then realized we were still in the midst of "watching a production" and thought better of it. 

My notebook now contained a format of a group chat. As generous as I am, I allowed Ast to start the "conversation". (Not that I didn't know what to say. Totally.)

He drew a speech-bubble (or whatever it's called) and proceeded to write "Hi" in his extremely good handwriting.

(Note: Nina had learned calligraphy for fun, and forced Ast and I to learn from her. Although I never managed to see the whole purpose of it, Ast mastered it and managed to get the 2nd best handwriting out of us three) Ast also drew a picture, like an emoji.

Nudging him, I made him add a fancy "A" next to his writing so that we all keep track of who is talking to who.

Then, I drew my own speech-bubble and wrote "Hey", which is waaay cooler than "Hi".

Ast, who probably read my smugness from both my face and my aura, glared at me with a joking twinkle in his eyes.

It took 3 tries to catch Violet's attention, but once we had her attention, everything went along smoothly.

 With her eyes glued to the teacher closest to us, Violet carefully took the notebook. Oh the look on her face! It made the whole trouble worth it.

I wonder how her 'friends' made her look so grumpy all the time if she's the type to smile so easily.

As she was watching the teacher as she wrote, she took her sweet time.

During that time, Nina had finally noticed. (dammit!)

With one glance, she had Analysed the whole situation.

Ninz then started frantically waving her hands around like a new-born bird trying to fly.

We, of course, understood what she was doing.

This is what we were 'saying'. 'Are you guys MAD' 'What? We didn't do anything wrong!' I signalled back.

'You should be watching the play!' 'Nobody is watching that damn play!' 'Damn you' Ast's long fingers pointed towards Violet.

She looked like she was enjoying herself. A lot. In fact, she was totally ignoring our 'conversation' and how her friends had conveniently all sat far away from her, all whispering happily. 

Rubbing her forehead as if we were the biggest troublemakers of the century (not true, by the way), Nina watched Violet repeat writing and scribbling off what she wrote.

When she finally finished, Nina gave Violet her rare, beaming smile that she never wears on us, and took the notebook. I swear her victorious smirk was aimed at us. Ouch. 

When the notebook had finally been passed back to me, I finally got to see what Violet and Nina had written. Here's what happened:

V- Hi. Do you think we would be in trouble doing this? I've never done this with friends before!

N-Hopefully not? But keep staring at the stage just in case

V-By the way, WHERE did you get your earrings again?

N-I can't remember where but I'll take you to the store sometime if you'll like

V-Sure!

N- :)

V- does Ast have the same earrings as yours?

N- No, but I think he copied me.

Ahhh so that's why Violet had been staring at Ast's ears.

Although I do not have much talent being funny, I do know how to spice up a funny situation. Especially if it involves Ast and Nina.

Smiling inwardly, I passed the notebook to Ast, with a pen. 

As soon as he read the challenge, Ast snarled like the canine he is, and started writing furiously.

A-No, SHE copied Me

With a shooing motion, he indicated that I should pass the notebook to Violet. I was happy to comply.

As Nina was sitting right next to Violet, it was very easy for her to read the notebook.

I saw a fire starting in Nina's eyes as she accepted the challenge, and Violet, who had noticed both my hint and Nina's expression, wordlessly gave her the authority to write. (With a grin) 

N- I bought these first!

A- It was MY idea to buy black earrings!

N-No it wasn't

This was when they both loudly whispered "EVAN!!".

Gosh, why did I place myself between them. I, who once again held the notebook, wrote slooooowly (to annoy both of them)

"Talk about this in the bus. Play ending now." So they puffed as Violet and I chuckled, and we all watched the Mac-something dude announce that Macbeth is dead.