Penny stood in the hallway with the flyer in her hand. It had the title of a Shakespeare play scrawled across it in katakana with the kabuki-painted faces of the school’s drama club glowering back at her around it. Her hands shook and she wanted to ball it up and throw it across the hall, but did not because she did not want to hit anyone by accident or get in trouble by a teacher for not using a garbage can to throw out her trash. She sighed and folded the paper up and shoved it into her bag.
It was all Erisa’s fault. That darn Erisa, she was supposed to sign up for the bunkasai committee and make sure they decided on a quiz tournament, not let the drama weirdos and music weirdos put on weird shows nobody was going to like. Where was that darn volleyballer? Penny stalked off down the hall for Erisa’s locker.
I’m so mad at her I can’t even think about her with her nickname.
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