Drama

Sandry filed in to the drama classroom with the rest of the class.

"What are you wearing?!" Robyn, a petite girl with red hair cut in a bob and sparkling blue eyes, leaned over Sandry's shoulder.

"It... kind of shrank." Sandry replied.

"Definitely." Robyn looked down at Sandry's protruding rear.

In the drama room, the students arranged themselves on an assortment of different chairs and boxes around the room. Sandry picked the tallest box she could find, to minimise her having to bend too much, and let her legs dangle straight rather than cross them like most of the girls did.

"Good morning, class!" Miss Cooke trilled. The drama teacher was a lighthearted hippy sort of woman, despite her young age her style ran to sixties looks. "I think today we're going to continue with our scenes, like we did last week. Remember, once you have your scene you get five minutes in the costume cupboard and then you come out to act a scene." she consulted a piece of paper, "So, it is the turn of Robyn, Edward, and Sandry. Up you come, you three."

Sandry gulped, but she tugged her skirt and tried to make it as comfortable as possible, and stood at the front of the class with the other two.

"Now," Miss Cooke turned to the rest of the class, "can someone suggest a scene, either an improvisation set -up or something from a play or film?"