We are not amused.

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April at Excolo High, three days after the announcement of the talent contest.

I cannot believe it is 4pm and I'm still at school, and likely to be here for at least another couple of hours. How dare extracurricular activities be compulsory? If we have to take part in this farce, shouldn't rehearsals take place during school hours? Ugh.

I also cannot believe that Gaueko is in charge of this mess. I wonder what he did to piss Reed off, and I smirk to myself. It must have been something prety bad. I'm also guessing that the school drama teacher is not impressed about playing second fiddle to that meathead. At least Gaueko will mostly be interested in seeing the girls rehearsing in skimpy costumes, although no doubt if any of us annoy him he'll make us run laps of the theatre.

We've had some tiresome briefing about this whole event, and how failure to attend rehearsals over the next fortnight will result in serious disciplinary action. I would say fuck it, but I feel like I should keep Tez company, because I really don't want him to get expelled. Yes, I am becoming incredibly softheaded. The boy has a strange effect on me.

Lily and I still haven't talked after our shouting match. Stupid bitch. I wish she'd at least call. That way I could have the satisfaction of hanging up on her.

I look around at Amanda Wilson, who is practising baton twirling with one of Derek Granger's sisters. Their laughter is very shrill. It is going to be a long afternoon.

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