(chapter by Phantom Pen on writing.com)
Chihiro froze as the door to the art room opened up. Thankful that she had managed to wrap herself up in the tarp before this happened, Chihiro watched as the club instructor stepped into the room.
For a moment, both Chihiro and the instructor were silent as they looked at each other. Chihiro was silent due to being frozen with fear, while the instructor seemed more curious than anything else. After a moment, however, the instructor's look changed to one of understanding.
"Oh, that's right. I forgot we were loaning out that tarp." the instructor said. "If you don't mind me saying, you certainly did a good job with the costume."
"Er, costume?" Chihiro asked, completely confused as to what was going on.
"Of course, your costume! You must be one of the drama club members, I mean, why else would you be dressed like that?"
"I, uh... dressed. Yeah." Chihiro stammered out, not wanting to correct the instructor on that particular issue.
"Well, come on then, let's get you back to the drama club. They're probably waiting for you!" the instructor said, beckoning Chihiro over to the club room door.
"Uh..." Chihiro said, stalling for time...
