Once again, sorry so short. I have to write another story for school.
Day 13
Friday, March 15
So we are friends again! Fang has been giving the new alliance evil looks every time they pass, and they've kept away from me.
Why do they fear him? Is there something going on I don't know about? Fang did seem awfully quick to come to my defense....
But why worry about my defense when I can worry about the play? ARGARGARGITSNOTASEASYASITHOUGTITWOULDBE.
Everybody thinks I can do everything.
After school, I finish my homework quickly and proceed to the auditorium, where I help with the play. Today, the crew began to construct the sets.
Until previously, I had thought People went out and bought new wood to create sets. I was wrong.
I came into the auditorium and found the set designer and a few crew members dragging a huge piece of plywood already painted multiple times from the backstage area.
"What's happening?" I asked
"Buildin'" he replied.
"It's the wrong shape." I pointed out
"It's going in the back."
"And what's going in the front?"
"That." he pointed to another group of crew members lugging another, larger, piece of plywood painted multiple times out from backstage.
"That's also the wrong shape." I said.
"I'm gonna cut it." he said proudly.
I shrugged and turned "As long as it works."
"Proud!"
"Marsh?" I looked up to see Marsh and Rose waving at me from the door "Rose? I thought you guys said you weren't gonna help."
"We reconsidered." called Rose
"Cool," I beamed "Let me show what you're gonna do."
After Marsh and Rose were settled into their painting jobs, I wandered off to the audience, where the actors were practicing.
To be short, I winced. Not that they were bad, just... not right. Wrong inflections, wrong accents, wrong expressions. I broke in and tried to help, but ended up getting in a row with Kira.
Thinks are just not turning out right.
Work on the play continues. Sadly.