Chapter 1
It’s morning, in a noisy classroom. My classmates are having arguments regarding on what we are going to perform during in Christmas Eve. We need to earn money for charity. Our president, who is Filna suggested having a musical play and majority agree that will be the one. We are going to perform a musical play. I was surprised and happy. This is my chance to show to them my unseen talent. I want to grab the opportunity. When Filna asked us who have any idea or suggestion about what story we are going to perform. I raised my hands automatically with out hesitation.
“Yes? Ms.Dianne? ” president thought with a face of disbelief.
“I’m just wanted to recommend having our own story. Instead of imitate some stories from the book. Let’s make our own story? Remember, originality is one of the criteria for judging” I said without pausing. I was afraid what will happen next. All are remain silent and just gaze me. They are all puzzled.
Mr. Vice president breaks the silence.
“I think t is a great idea. I go with her recommendation” Louie said. I smiled at him and mouthed the words Thank you. I thought it will be okay, but someone seems oppose my idea.
“I think it’s not a great idea Mr. Louie” Janine pointed out. When Janine said it, that time I feel useless.
“And what you supposed to say Ms. Janine” Louie asked Janine with a loud voice. He is annoyed.
“Relax Mr. Vice-President. I just want to enlighten everyone, Dianne idea is time consuming. Making our own story? Are you fooling? Look, our instructor gives us only one week in practicing before performing. We have to attend classes this week’s! Only weekends we can have lengthy practice. I’m simply saying that we should consume our time wisely!” Janine exclaimed. Everyone is talking each other. Considering on what Janine said earlier. Some are agree with Janine said. Others are keeping on discussing their own idea too. The classroom is strident.
“Silence! ” Filna yelled us, everyone keeps silence.
“ I will be the one who will make the story” I voluntary said. Some are whispering, saying ‘are she’s kidding?’
“I’m not kidding, it’s not my intention to fool around.” I hardly said. “I will be the one who will make the story” I repeated. Everyone is talking and discussing again.
“Oh, really? Ms. Dianne, can you make it in one day?” Janine challenges me.
“I’m afraid to say this Ms. Dianne, but I sense you can’t make it in one day.’ Filna said.
“Dianne can make it!” my seatmate stood and said it angrily.
“Hanna, please calm down” I pleaded her trying to sit her down. Our president is reflecting.
“Okay, let’s have a voting. It is okay for you to have Dianne as our writer? If yes, raise your right hand.”
