Chapter 9

Chapter 9 - On Cloud Nine

Glancing at my pink Baby G watch I sighed and lightly tapped the toe of my sequin ballet flats on a near by desk. The Home Economics room was oddly quiet, except for my echoing shoes. I was patiently waiting for Mrs. Flor, the one in charge of the school production, with only the company of three others. One girl, jolly and round sat on top of a rusted filing cabinet twirling her hair into french braids. The other two, no doubtingly twins, were sitting indian style on the tile playing some kind of card game. Thankfully, I hadn't seen Kami yet. I half-hoped that she wouldn't show, but I knew that could mean violating the deal we had with Mrs. Bleu, and even Kami Boyd wouldn't risk a drop of ink on her permanant record.
The door was pushed open with a jolt, and in came Mrs. Flor followed by Kami, who crossed her arms across her chest and sat on a diner chair prop near the window.
"Good Afternoon." Mrs. Flor announced with a deep bow.
"Good Afternoon Mrs. Flor." We echoed back lazily.
"As you all know, you are all a part of the school production in a very special way. The Costumes are one of the most important elements of theater, other than the actors and actresses that is."
She Chuckled, and evened out a stack of papers.
"Can anyone tell us the theme of our production this year?" Mrs. Flor asked, raising our eyebrows.
The room was silent except for the ticking clock hanging over the door.
Mrs. Flor sensed the laziness, and decided to answer herself. "Imagine yourself at the foot of a young child's bookshelf, titles like "Humpty Dumpty", and "Pinnochio" are among the stacks. Our brilliant cast will be "trapped in the bookshelf", the scenes will be vibrant and decorated, and the costumes," she paused and spread her arms wide, "will be the most elegant".
Someone pretended to snore from the corner of the room, most likely Kami.
I could picture it in my head. Beautiful gowns with miniature bows and spools of lace for Cinderella's ballgown, Poofy, glittery tutus for the sugarplum fairies in The Nutcracker...
"Ms. Richardson?" Mrs. Flor called suddenly.
"Uhh, Yea?" I answered.
"I just asked the class if they had any ideas on costumes for "Pippy Longstocking.""
My mouth seemed to flow like a river.
Mrs. Flor's eyes wandered like she was picturing the designs I envisioned.
"That is brilliant!" she exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "I never would have thought of those details to Cinderella's Ballgown!"
I had a feeling this wouldn't be as bad as detentions generally are.