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Authors note- And finally the play! I know its kinda confusing but as the students get more into their roles I start refering to them as their charactors and they sorta become the play like its actually happening. I hope that makes sense now.

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-the play-

The scene opens on a dreary gray city covered in layers of ice and snow. Villagers hurry back and forth greeting each other merrily and a group of carolers sing silently in the background as the narrator, standing in the middle of the carolers, begins to speak walking forward to center stage.

"The snow whipped about getting in your eyes and the wind bite leaving reddened cheeks and sore ears. Everyone wore their warmest clothes and many layers more, yet everyone was cheerful, for it was Christmas. Everyone that is, except for Edgar Scrooge…"

The curtain closes and opens again on a different scene. A tall handsome dark haired boy sits at a desk a stack of papers on his left hand and a box of coins on his right. He reaches into the box and pulls out a stack of golden galleons counting them and taking one sheet of paper that already had a few marks on it and writing a figure on it with a plumed quill. Just as he was placing the quill back in its stand the sound of someone knocking on a door is heard and the boy who is dressed in a fine black old-fashioned suit walks over and opens it.

"Oh its you." Was how he greeted the pale brown haired boy on the front step carrying a wreath.

"Merry Christmas Cousin Scrooge." Said the boy merrily trying to hand him the wreathe.

"Bah humbug!" The dark haired boy slammed the door shut and walked back to his desk.

"Perkins!" He yelled and very annoyed looking boy with messy black hair and glasses ran into the "room".

"Put another log in the fire. But only one mind you! Logs cost money you know."

"Yes Mr. Scrooge." The boy said in a meek tone hurrying past him to get a log, but as he did so he whispered in and undertone so only the boy playing Scrooge would hear. "Perkins?"

"Um… Mr. Scrooge… I was err…" The black haired boy stuttered as if scared to say what was on his mind as he straightened up from pushing the log into the grate.

"Yes. Spit it out." Scrooge said impatient.

"Well its Christmas eve, Mr. Scrooge."

"And?"

"I was wondering… If maybe I could go home early seeing as my wife was going to have a Christmas dinner and I want to spend time with my family this holiday." The words came spilling out as if to get them other with and the boy braced himself as if for an explosion but all that came was,

"Fine. Go then. Just don't be expecting to be getting paid for today." Scrooge said irritably turning back to his money. The black haired boy grabbed his cloak and top hat from a stand and raced out the door before Scrooge could have a chance to change his mind.

The dark haired boy started singing "money money money" under his breath organizing and counting the gold before standing up and stretching.

"I need to get some sleep. All this work is tiring." He yawned stretching and turned to go through a door behind his desk. Suddenly the lights went out and instead a bright flashing light illuminated the scene. Two ghosts stood in a cage hovering a few feet above the stage rattling the bars and the chains that chained their ankles and wrists to the metal of the cage. One was a girl with hair stuck up under a top hat and the other was a pudgy boy who resembled a rat.

"Scrooge… Scrooge!" The ghosts said eerily. Scrooge jumped and spun around staring in shock at the apparitions of his long deceased business partners.

"Bob? Parsley? What do you want with me?!" The two ghosts just laughed at him.

"We've only been dead ten years and he's forgotten my name already! Its Marely you idiot who had coins rattling about in your head instead of a brain!"

"Well if you've just come here to insult me I'm going to bed." Scrooge said haughtily turning on his heals.

"Wait!" bob called out after him.

"Why?" Scrooge asked still walking.

"Because we've come to give you a warning." Bob said voice echoing impressively. This stopped scrooge's angry storming away and he slowly turned eyeing the two glowy gray figures apprehensively.

"What kind of warning?"

"You will be visited by five toasts-"

"Three ghosts." Bob cut in, "Each on a separate hour starting at the stroke of midnight. And if you don't listen to them and have a change of heart you will dye but sunrise and be trapped in the chains of your own greed like us!"

"With no food!" Marley added and they disappeared with a clap like thunder.