Phantom of KentRidge High
A/n: I'm so sorry that I'm so darn late on my updates. I apologise deeply to everybody who had being waiting for this chappie... (bows before readers...) Please have mercy over my poor soul which had been worn down by examinations. Plus the untimingly computer crashes, I had to actually retype this chapter. Now that I had completed it, I hope that you guys will enjoy it.
A special dedication to all my friends who had studied with me and I hope that we can all graduate and go on to the next level in life...
Summary: Life was pretty normal for the students of KentRidge High, however everything changed when a new Headmistress takes charge. A group of friends decides to haunt the school and reign havoc upon her and her supporters. But how? R&R to find out…
Disclaimer: I own the plot but nothing else regconisable by phans...
Chapter 3: Preparations
Yes… The old attic was the place to look for it. A place where all things old or unused were stored, stuffs from both previous and present owner. The place was a little abandoned but it is still one of my favorite places to hang out. (Like any typical phans who would find the thrills of being in a dark and deserted place.)
The floorboard creaked as I stepped into the attic. I felt my way to find the switch and on the light. Then I begin to observe my surroundings. The place was as it is although it had become a little dustier from my last visit which was last week.
I made my way to the old chest in the corner of the attic and began my search. Within this chest were all the old costumes from the previous owner, I used to enjoy coming here as a young girl to play dress up.
I begin to remove dresses and scarves from the chest. Then I pulled out a long black fabric from the chest. Curious I begin to examine it closely. It was made out of black velvet with dark green inner silk lining and there was a leather draw string somewhere near to a stiff collar.
"Could this be…" I whispered as I brought it over my back and tied the strings into a bow. I looked into the full-length mirror at the left and stared at my own reflection in awe. It was perfect. A long flowing cloak fit for a phantom to wear.
Now there was only one thing that is left to find… a mask. I returned to my search and finally at the bottom of the chest, there it was. However, my pesky little brother, Todd had to budge in to interfere.
"Woo… look who's here at the dark dark attic… wooo…" he said in a half giggling voice. Not bad for a kid of five years of age but…
"Oh boy… he's so in for a scare…" I thought and smiled to myself as I put on my mask. I sprang around and in my most phantomanic voice I spoke, "Who dares enter my domain of peace…"
Well… it was good enough to send my little bro to scream off his head and running back into the comforts of his bed. But would it be enough to scare an adult witless? I took off the mask and had a closer look at it. It was a white hard leather half mask which covers from the forehead to the cheekbones of a face. It was almost perfect but there was a black gem embedded to the right side of the cheek.
"This should be easy to cover." I said to myself. I took off the cloak and made my way back to my room. I took out all my nail polish and began running through the colors. Finally, I took out the white polish and painted it over the black gem. Satisfied, I lie down on my bed to admire my handy work.
Then a thought hit me, I had not written my note of warning. I sat up and pondered over my letter's content.
Lindsay's POV…
After my visit to Wren's place, Man… was I so excited. For once, I had to admit that this nerd has finally said something interesting. Haunting the school under an assumed identity… using some of my parents most well-known joke items to scare the day lights outta that Payne's butt would definitely be something a senior in their last year would like to do. And plus… this is something in which I would labeled under one of my most memorable thing to do in life.
I began browsing through my parent's experimental stuffs, some of which are successful and some of them that are still under the category of WIP (Work In Progress). Dang… I must solemnly swear that I'm up to no good as I pick up a packet that says "Theatrical Smoke Bombs". Since our different hair and eye colors would be a problem, I picked up a brown hair wig and a couple of colored contact lens. I wondered what else do we need?
Priscilla's POV…
It was pretty late by the time I got back. My mind was filled with ideas of how would our costume look like. Though I was never really the kind of person who will sew, I had to honestly admit that I'm the best when it comes to fashion. However, Wren's request was a challenging one…
"How can I come up with a reason that will let mum to agree on sewing a costume that would fit us all?" I thought.
"Duh… You lie and it's not like the first time you are doing so." A voice told me.
"Mum would you mind sewing a free size late 19th century Victorian male costumes for our up coming school play?" I lied.
"Since when were you ever interested in the play?" she asked.
"Never. I'm just doing my friend a favor." I replied.
"So is it for a guy or a girl." She asked again.
"A girl. She's going to cross dress for her role." Lying again.
"Who is she going to play?"
Oh great… I need to bring up some literature character for this… "Err… the guy from that Phantom movie."
"Oh, that movie. So what's her size then?"
Thank goodness we are all about the same size… "We're about the same size. But she needs it to be a little loose so that she could move easily in it."
"Alright then. Would you hold still while I take your measurements."
"So when will she need it?"
"ASAP. So when can you complete it?"
"Hmm… how about three days?"
"Alright. Thanks mum."
Sharon's POV…
"Masquerade! Paper faces on parade. Masquerade! Hide your face so that the world will never find you…" I sang to myself in my bedroom while thinking of our plot that is yet to come…
Being a choir member, my access to the choir room would definitely be as easy as ABC… Plus, the many connections I have with my schoolmates and lastly, with my own secret recipe of how to sweet talk to a teacher. I believe that we will be able to pull off such a scam, effortlessly.
To be continued...
A/n: Okay! That's all for now... if you enjoyed this story,I would greatly welcome your reviews. But I do not approve flames so beware...
See you folks soon on my next update...