Playing The Part: Part Six
"You what?" asked Sweet in disbelief as his white Aisha
sister whispered something into his ear.
"Think about it. It could be fun," replied Fluffy
smoothly, leaning towards her brother's table.
But before the striped Kacheek could respond,
a white Jetsam kicked open the door of their classroom and waltzed in, wearing
the usual snug look on his face. And as usual, he strolled over to Sweet, maliciously
"Hey, lights geek! I want those bright shiny
things in my face during this rehearsal! I'm the star of the show, and everyone's
going to be watching me!" Alvin made a silly pose right in front of his rival.
"Only the best for me, the greatest -"
Sweet jumped off his chair and faced the Jetsam
squarely. "You're not the star, Alvin," he said coolly. "My sister's the star,
and you're just the co-star. You only get to be in the limelight because she
and the teachers let you. Now just leave me alone before I have to tell Miss
Ford that you're bragging your head off."
Alvin glared briefly at the striped Kacheek,
who had already turned away and was sliding back into his seat, as if nothing
had transpired. Fluffy gave her sibling the thumbs-up. "Wow, you really showed
him that time! And you stood up for Glitter - it's been a long time since you
"Well, we're all siblings," he answered. "We
stick together, no matter what." His own words seemed to slap him back to reality.
"So…I guess that means we'll be on the lights committee together?"
"Sure. Kat said that there is a possibility of
me not being seen while I work lights anyway."
"I'm sure glad to hear that!"
The two siblings craned their necks towards their
left and saw a strawberry Poogle enter the classroom. "Fluffy, did you just
say that you want to get into the lights committee?"
The white Aisha nodded to her teacher, who beamed
instantly. "Fantastic! We needed more volunteers, and thankfully you offered
your services in time!" Sweet winked at his sister as Miss Ford made her way
towards her table to begin class.
"For once, I can't wait for the practice to begin,"
remarked Fluffy. The class had ended, and everyone was headed for the auditorium.
Some of their classmates were already in their costumes, and the other students
were coming out of their rooms as well.
Angel and Glitter immediately pushed through
the crowd and met up with their older siblings. "Sweet! Fluffy! Over here!"
The four quickly stuck together. "So did you
two finally decide to work together on the lights?" asked the Poogle curiously.
The Kacheek and Aisha nodded together, obviously
looking very happy and relieved. Before anything else, a wad of paper sailed
up from nowhere, hit Glitter on the head and plopped onto the floor. The faerie
Acara picked it up before anyone could and unfolded it. Her eyes grew wide as
she scanned the note.
"Another threat?" asked Sweet. Glitter pulled
him to a corner of the auditorium, along with Fluffy, who had dragged Angel
as well. The three siblings listened closely to their sister as she read out
the second note from the culprit.
"With the throne comes a big responsibility,
Queen Allison. Thou art better off saving thyself from the dangers that lurk
ahead. Give thy crown away and keep it away from thyself. Do it before it is
too late to live a normal, safe life away from monarchy."
The faerie Acara looked up. "Same handwriting,"
she said. "At least we know that there is only one someone who's writing these
"They sure like using the Water Faerie Pencil,"
observed Sweet. "Another evidence that none of us is threatening Glitter - we
don't have any of those." His siblings nodded.
"And it's all in loopy writing," added Angel.
"I don't like doing fancy stuff."
"Well, at least we now know that the culprit
likes Water Faerie Pencils, cursive script and medieval figures of speech. There
may well be several of these here in the school," said Fluffy.
The discussion ended there, as Miss Ford and
Mr. Embers had arrived to separate the group into their respective parts.
"Hey, can you make some blue light?" whispered
Sweet to a small light faerie that was perched on a small chest of costumes.
She nodded eagerly, zoomed off above the stage,
and began flashing her sapphire glow on Glitter, who was once again clad in
a regal costume and rattling off some of her lines. It made the striped Kacheek
proud to see that she was the only one rehearsing without a script.
But just a split second later, Sweet heard the
backdrop shudder violently, and made its slow fall onto the stage, headed towards
"LOOK OUT!" Sweet yelled. Glitter whipped around
to see a huge wooden display behind her. She instantly took flight and soared
just before the backdrop could hit any part of her. All the knights - including
Angel - were all scattered at the sides, so they didn't need to run off when
the background made its morbid cascade towards the queen.
"Are you all right?" called the jelly Poogle,
sheathing his pretend sword.
Glitter nodded. "That was close! If it weren't
for Sweet, I would've been a goner!" She waved towards the striped Kacheek,
whose eyes were wide with fear and anxiety after seeing what had nearly happened.
"Thank goodness everything's all right," said
Miss Ford, running up to the stage, accompanied by a group of students and Mr.
Embers the fire Scorchio. "But how could that have happened?"
"I don't know," said Sweet, coming out from backstage.
"After I spoke to a light faerie, I heard something creak and crash. But I didn't
do it!" he added quickly. "Right after I asked her to go put the spotlight on
Glitter, that's when the backdrop started to move!"
"He couldn't have done it," said the faerie Acara.
"I saw him there, and if it were my brother, it would have taken longer for
the backdrop to fall, because Sweet has to run over behind the thing and push
The anxious expression on Sweet's face turned
into a grateful one. He was so astounded at his sister's effort to defend him
that he momentarily forgot about the fateful moment. The Kacheek shot Glitter
a relieved smile.
"But…if it wasn't Sweet, then who did it?" asked
Miss Ford. The strawberry Poogle scratched her head. "I sent Fluffy off to do
an errand for me, so it wasn't her either, I'm sure."
"If it was her, it would have taken her a longer
time to run back here to try and ruin Glitter's act," added Mr. Embers.
While everyone else shrugged and offered their
theories, Sweet saw a figure clad in black gently slip behind the curtains,
coming from the area of the backdrop. Without thinking twice, he pursued the
stranger. "Get back here, you coward!" he called out. Of course, the figure
quickened its pace and disappeared through a door. The striped Kacheek followed
suit and saw that he was standing in an empty space…just beside the stage. They
had gone through the backstage door, and now the stranger had vanished.
"Shoot," sighed Sweet. But before he could turn
back to his work, he saw something fall onto the floor in the stranger's trail.
Glitter's brother ran over to it, and saw a turquoise-colored pencil, with the
initials "A.D." scrawled on the body with black ink. Looking around, he put
the evidence in his backpack. As he walked over to the stage, he bumped into
a flustered faerie Acara.
"What's wrong now?" he asked, seeing the expression
on his sister's face. Glitter's eyes were wide open, and she was shaking. She
pointed at the empty wall at the back of the auditorium, where some tall, thin
words had been daubed with light blue paint. The students and teachers began
to investigate, and many questions could be heard from the group.
Now that the backdrop was gone, everyone could
see a vast stretch of dull off-white wall, but it was no longer just off-white.
At the very center were several haunting words that made even Sweet shudder.
"Oh…this is…crazy," the Kacheek managed to choke
out. Nobody had noticed the paint at first, but now that the attention was no
longer on the fallen backdrop, all eyes were on what someone had scrawled in
a light blue tint.
"Come on, let's go clean this up," Miss Ford
was calling. "We have to get this place set as early as possible."
"But we can't," replied one of the students from
the props committee. "Whoever has done this has used permanent paint."
"Maybe we can cover it up," suggested the strawberry
The same student shook his head. "Miss Ford,
the white wall is so dirty that if we painted over it with white, they'd still
stand out to a good eye."
"This is horrible," sighed Mr. Embers. "Who in
Fyora's name would want to see such absurd, abhorrent threats scribbled in our
"It wouldn't be good for the Neoschool's name,"
added Miss Ford. "Okay, all of you may go home now. We will deal with this fiasco
right now, and you are all better off staying with your owners for a while.
A vandal's on the loose."
Glitter shook her head and whispered to Sweet.
"It's not a vandal…it's the one who wants me out of the play!"
Neither the striped Kacheek nor Angel could argue
with that statement, as the two brothers reread the terrible statement scrawled
on the wall. The faerie Acara had been annoyed at the notes and the backdrop
falling, but this time she was frightened and panicky.
"And besides, you're the only Glitter in this
place," added the jelly Poogle in horror.
"QUEEN ALLISON MUST DIE
GLITTER MUST DIE."
To be continued...