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Owwww, thought Adam, hearing the loud, repetitive banging sound that was waking him up. It stopped for a second, and although he squinted in a flinch and his head was throbbing, he began to slip back into unconsciousnes-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap!

Ugh. He was awake now. That was definitely the sound of a hammer. He squinted before opening his eyes slowly, feeling that a bright light was just behind his eyelids.

"Ugh, what time is it?" Adam groaned, dragging himself into a sitting position.

"Oh, you're awake!" called Jake, the boy wielding the hammer, "We were beginning to wonder whether or not we should wake you ourselves," he said, looking to the very intently busy Imogen for backup.

Adam groaned again. He had fallen asleep during set building for the play. He even found that he had a power drill in his hand as he regained the feeling in his limbs. He stood up and stretched, trying to get himself ready for action sighed and pulled the trigger on his drill twice quickly in succession, not only to test the drill's power, but also to feel like a badass.

"Okay, how far have we gott-" Adam started to ask Jake and Imogen, before he was cut off by a perky blonde girl walking into the room.

"Evening all! Working hard, I hope?" Adam recognized her as Becky Baker. She was the girl who took away the uniforms. At the party that was meant to burn uniforms. That infuriated him to no end. After Eli told him about what happened with Tristan, Adam's hatred of this girl surpassed even Eli's.

"I brought cookies for all of you!" Becky cheerfully said, taking a basket from her forearm and putting it in the silenced Adam's hands. She was mainly talking to Imogen, as she was the designated leader of the set building crew.

"So," she cleared her throat, "Imogen, is it? How are things coming along?"

Imogen was just looking up from her notebook, in which she was scribbling notes and doodles, designing and redesigning her elaborate set. Adam just stood there with his jaw dropped, staring at her. Jake gave him a look and rolled his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, where's my noodle?" quacked Imogen, "I, uhm, I'm having a little trouble, but-"

"Can I help?" Interrupted Becky, "I did this practically for a living at my old school," she smiled.

"Actually, I think she's got it covered," Adam answered for her, unappreciatively putting down the basket of cookies, "Becky."

Jake snickered to himself, pretending to be working but secretly listening in on the conversation.

Becky smiled at him, keeping her cheerful facade but sending a message of disapproval, and paused, "If you say so!" She nodded off to Imogen, who quickly looked back to her notebook, a bit happy that the distraction was gone.

"Hey, Becky, make sure you leave the doorstop open, we don't want to get locked in!" Jake called out to her as she pranced away.

"Will do!" Becky called back cheerfully, looking at Adam with a glance as she left. He stared back to her even after she was gone.

A silence filled the room.

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"Grab me one of those cookies," the hammering Jake called out to the still dazed Adam. Adam snapped out of it, and took a cookie to give to Jake.

"You're seriously going to eat something that was made by her?" Adam asked Jake spitefully. Jake shoved the cookie in his mouth.

"Mmph.. They're really good! If you're not gonna eat 'em, hand 'em over!" Jake mumbled as he chewed. Adam rolled his eyes and lazily handed Jake the groaned and stretched one more time. Becky had tensed him up again. He revved the drill twice quickly again.

"Alright, let's get to work," Adam quipped before getting started.

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I PROMISE, THIS IS THE SHORTEST CHAPTER. REALLY MORE OF A PROLOGUE.