The play

 

               The drama class became worried when their teacher told them that this year they would be working on a play about the Native Americans.

               “Which tribe?” Susan asked.

               “What props do we need?” asked Ed.

               “Are you sure this is culturally appropriate?” came a voice from the back.

               Mr. Matthews sighed. He knew this wouldn’t be easy, but he had been told that his job depended on them doing this and doing it right. The fiasco revolving last year’s production of Guys and Dolls, the incident with the dice. He shook the thought out of his head.

               “Look,” he said, “Mr. L’s daughter wrote this play and he wants to see it done. I’ve read it, and there is nothing wrong with it. Let’s just get it done.”

               A few weeks went by and things were going along ok, if you don’t count on Mr. Lawrence (the principal) constantly checking to make sure the play was going the way his daughter wanted, until Ed decided to bring a bow and arrow into the theater. “Check this out,” he called out. Before Mr. Matthews had a chance to stop him, Ed nocked an arrow and shot it across the stage. It ripped through the teepee and embedded itself into the moon another had been preparing to launch into the air.

               “Hey!” yelled several of the students as they saw their hard work get ripped up.

               “OUT!” roared the teacher, pointing to the exit. “Don’t bring that back in here or you’ll fail the class.” An empty threat, he knew, but it just came out.

               Ed skulked out of the room.

               “Now what do we do?” Susan asked. “The teepee is ruined and we’re almost out of time.”

               “Grab the pyramid from last fall and throw some paint on it.”

               “But-“ she started.

               “Just do it!” Mr. Matthews said. I am so fired, he told himself.