The Show Must Go On! Read Online Free Page B
Author: P.J. Night
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âIâm going to see if I can find out whatâs going on with the lights. Perhaps the whole school has lost power,â Ms. Hollows said, and left the auditorium.
âGreat, now what do we do?â asked Bree.
âI have an idea,â Melissa said. âWhy donât we sit in a circle and pretend this is a real sleepover?â
âWe could even tell ghost stories to get us in the mood,â Tiffany added. âUnless, of course, you canât handle it, Wallflower.â
âIâm fine,â Bree said. âI guess it can only help us get more deeply into our characters.â
As the backstage crew settled into the front row of the auditorium, the girls onstage flipped on their flashlights and sat on their pillows.
âIâll go first,â Melissa said. âHereâs one I heard at summer camp.
âA girl went to a school dance. She was kinda shy and was sitting in a corner when a nice-looking boy came over and asked her if she wanted to dance. No one else had even come near her, so she jumped at the chance.
âThe girl was surprised that she had never seen the boy at school before. He told her that he used to go to the school a few years earlier but had moved away and that he always tried to come back for the school dances, since he liked them so much and they always brought back so many good memories for him.
âThe two danced every dance, and soon it was time to leave. The boy offered to walk the girl home, saying that her house was on the way to his house anyway. During the walk, the girl got cold, and the boy offered her his school jacket, which had his name stitched onto the front. He draped it over her shoulders, and she felt warmer right away.
âWhen they reached the girlâs house, the boy kissedher good night and went on his way. Once inside the door, the girl realized that the boyâs school jacket was still on her shoulders.
âShe turned to yell out to him, but he was nowhere to be seen. It had been only a minute since heâd left, but the street was now dark and empty.
âThen the girl remembered that while they were walking, the boy had mentioned where he lived. She hurried to his house, which was only about ten minutes away. When she arrived, the girl stepped up to the front door and rang the bell.
âA woman answered the door. The girl asked if the boy was home, figuring he had to be. Where else would he have gone? The womanâs eyes filled with tears as she explained that the boy was her son and that he had died three years earlier.
ââBut thatâs impossible!â the girl exclaimed. âI just saw him at the school dance. In fact, he lent me his jacket. Here it is!â
âThe woman took the coat and hugged it tightly as tears flowed from her eyes. âThank you for returning this,â she said. âMy son died due to an accident at a school dance three years ago. Iâve wanted his schooljacket as a memento, but the people at the school said they never found it. Thank you for bringing it home!ââ
The girls onstage breathed out a collective sigh. Each girl, without even realizing it, had slid off her pillow and was clutching it tightly.
âThat was great,â Bree said to Melissa.
âPretty creepy,â Dara added. âI heard one once that my cousin told when my family went up to my aunt and uncleâs cabin by the lake. We were sitting around a campfire, and my cousin told us the story of a school tour group on a trip to Colonial Williamsburg.
âA small group of kids got separated from the main group and found themselves in front of an old house that looked like it hadnât been touched since actual colonial times.
ââThis is not on the tour,â one of the friends said. âI donât think we should go in.â
ââCome on,â said another. âThe tour is boring. Maybe weâll find something cool in
âIâm going to see if I can find out whatâs going on with the lights. Perhaps the whole school has lost power,â Ms. Hollows said, and left the auditorium.
âGreat, now what do we do?â asked Bree.
âI have an idea,â Melissa said. âWhy donât we sit in a circle and pretend this is a real sleepover?â
âWe could even tell ghost stories to get us in the mood,â Tiffany added. âUnless, of course, you canât handle it, Wallflower.â
âIâm fine,â Bree said. âI guess it can only help us get more deeply into our characters.â
As the backstage crew settled into the front row of the auditorium, the girls onstage flipped on their flashlights and sat on their pillows.
âIâll go first,â Melissa said. âHereâs one I heard at summer camp.
âA girl went to a school dance. She was kinda shy and was sitting in a corner when a nice-looking boy came over and asked her if she wanted to dance. No one else had even come near her, so she jumped at the chance.
âThe girl was surprised that she had never seen the boy at school before. He told her that he used to go to the school a few years earlier but had moved away and that he always tried to come back for the school dances, since he liked them so much and they always brought back so many good memories for him.
âThe two danced every dance, and soon it was time to leave. The boy offered to walk the girl home, saying that her house was on the way to his house anyway. During the walk, the girl got cold, and the boy offered her his school jacket, which had his name stitched onto the front. He draped it over her shoulders, and she felt warmer right away.
âWhen they reached the girlâs house, the boy kissedher good night and went on his way. Once inside the door, the girl realized that the boyâs school jacket was still on her shoulders.
âShe turned to yell out to him, but he was nowhere to be seen. It had been only a minute since heâd left, but the street was now dark and empty.
âThen the girl remembered that while they were walking, the boy had mentioned where he lived. She hurried to his house, which was only about ten minutes away. When she arrived, the girl stepped up to the front door and rang the bell.
âA woman answered the door. The girl asked if the boy was home, figuring he had to be. Where else would he have gone? The womanâs eyes filled with tears as she explained that the boy was her son and that he had died three years earlier.
ââBut thatâs impossible!â the girl exclaimed. âI just saw him at the school dance. In fact, he lent me his jacket. Here it is!â
âThe woman took the coat and hugged it tightly as tears flowed from her eyes. âThank you for returning this,â she said. âMy son died due to an accident at a school dance three years ago. Iâve wanted his schooljacket as a memento, but the people at the school said they never found it. Thank you for bringing it home!ââ
The girls onstage breathed out a collective sigh. Each girl, without even realizing it, had slid off her pillow and was clutching it tightly.
âThat was great,â Bree said to Melissa.
âPretty creepy,â Dara added. âI heard one once that my cousin told when my family went up to my aunt and uncleâs cabin by the lake. We were sitting around a campfire, and my cousin told us the story of a school tour group on a trip to Colonial Williamsburg.
âA small group of kids got separated from the main group and found themselves in front of an old house that looked like it hadnât been touched since actual colonial times.
ââThis is not on the tour,â one of the friends said. âI donât think we should go in.â
ââCome on,â said another. âThe tour is boring. Maybe weâll find something cool in