Chapter 12: The Moesby wedding (Part 3)
Emma:
"I object! Emma! I object!" I gasped, and felt the beat of my heart pounding in my ears. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I squeezed Marion's hand, and slowly turned around. I searched the crowd, looking for the person standing up. And then, I saw him. My mouth fell open, and the room grew fuzzy. My balance grew impaired, and my legs gave out from under me. I passed out.
Mr. Moesby:
I heard the voice that said they objected. I turned around, and I gasped. What I saw I never would have guessed. Not many thoughts went through my mind before Emma let go of my hand, and fainted.
"Water!" I yelled. "Can someone please get me some water!?" I grabbed a program and started fanning Emma. Maybe she would come to.
Bailey:
Everybody in the bridal party turned around. Everyone was standing up, looking around, gasping, mouths wide open. There was the man, standing in the back of the sanctuary. He was looking dead ahead, unblinking. I recognized him, and when I thought about it for a second, it dawned on me. Before I could yell out his name, Mr. Moesby yelled for water, waving his arm in the air. I ran out of the sanctuary and ran to the church's kitchen. I ran frantically around the kitchen, looking in every cabinet for the glasses. When I finally found them, I ran to the sink, filled the glass with cool water, and ran carefully back to the sanctuary. I opened the door, ran up the aisle, and handed Mr. Moesby the glass.
Cody:
For the past five minutes, everyone had been going bonkers. Ms. Tutweiller had passed out, but she came to after a few minutes. She drank the glass of water, and sat up, completely emotionless. Mr. Moesby stood up. "YOU." He growled. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS!?" He was infuriated.
Zack:
We were all gathered around Ms. Tutweiller, and I looked up. Moesby was walking slowly away from the altar, growling, and Oscar was making an appearance. But once I gathered it all in my head, I realized who he was growling at. He wasn't blinking, his eyes were wide open, and he was holding a puppet... She looked like Ms. Tutweiller… Then it dawned on me.
"MR. BLANKET?!" I exclaimed.