Three days later the performance of Romeo and Juliet was finally scheduled. I looked at my work one last time before sitting back to watch the dress rehersal. Did me eyes deceive me or was Irene not there?

"Bad news! Irene is sick!" The drama teacher yelled. No wonder she was chosen for the job, what a drama queen. One word went through my mind with this new information. 'Abortion.' I smirked for a few seconds until the drama teacher turned her attention on me. "Ebony!"

"Oh no you don't! I'd rather be dead!" I was not acting and really meant what I said. Either that or I kill the drama teacher…now that's a thought. "But you could save the show!" I folded my arms and closed my eyes trying hard not to listen to her. "Please!" She begged sounding like she was on the verge of tears. "All our hard work will count for nothing!" She shrieked. I looked at the backgrounds I painted with my hours after school. I hated to admit it but the old hag had a point, I did work hard to make them. I sighed heavily and unfolded my arms opening my eyes to a hopeful face. "Fine." I growled.

Never in my life had I ever seen a teacher prance like that. She looked like a sugar plum fairy out of the nutcracker ballet. I saw it when I was a kid with my uncle. Just one of a few happy memories I've had in my life.

When I saw the pink poofy dress I felt a strong urge to vomit…violently. It looked like a toilet doll dress. "I'm not wearing that."

"Well it's too late to change the colour." I pushed passed the drama teacher and looked along the row of dresses. I found a dress that looked better. It was less poofy and looked more dignified like a princess. It wasn't black but a nice darkish blue with white trim. "I can wear this right?" The drama teacher sighed but didn't have a problem with it. There was no way in hell I was going to be seen in pink. I wouldn't be seen dead in pink at my own funeral.

I put the dress on and stepped outside. Hilary and the rest of the team looked at me with their eyes popping out of their heads. The fucking teacher wanted to put make up on my face. But until the actual show then she could just stick it up her ass, or ill do it for her.

"Anyone laughs then they'd better be running after the rehearsal!" I scolded them and they were quick to hide their smiles.

I got in to my role at great speed to save time and get this over quickly. Two hours later and we were done. The only problem was the kiss between Rome and Juliet. Romeo tried to feel my breasts as he leant I for the kiss. I'm probably the only Juliet who got Romeo to sing soprano in the history of plays shown in schools everywhere.

The drama teacher was happy with the rehearsal even with the little incident. She said I had quite some talent…yuk! I smirked when I spied Romeo putting an ice pack on his nuts.

I was so relieved to put my old clothes back on and met Kai in the car park. I had what you could say a little word with Hilary after the rehearsal. I told her to keep quiet about what I was doing or else. She took it literally and everyone else did the same.

"How the rehearsal go?" I sighed deeply and looked at him. "What's wrong?"

"You know you said you'd see the show?" He nodded and held me tight. I needed his strength more than anything right now. "You'll know what's wrong when you see it." No one spoke of my new job in the show and Kai was none the wiser. He heard about Irene and wondered who'd be the new Juliet. I lied and said Hilary was doing it. "But don't bring attention to her new role. She'll be unbearable to be with and brag about it all day." Kai bought it and just stayed with me for the rest of the day.

KAI

I went back home to see Mira was looking a lot better. She sat up and smiled at me for a second before getting back on scribbling something on some paper. I came over to take a look thinking it might've been a kids drawing, you know, flowers, rainbows, that kind of thing. But instead it was a very good illustration of her drop kicking Voltaire off a cliff. I smirked as did she. "Can I show this to him when he gets back?" I asked her. She handed it over almost immediately with an evil grin plastered on her face. "That was the whole idea. How's Ebony?"

"She's fine. How are you feeling?" She shrugged and I put my hand on her forehead. She was still slightly warm but nothing to get concerned about. "There is a play in three nights at my school. You should be well enough to see that if you like."

"What's the play called?" I sat beside Mira admiring her work. "Romeo and Juliet." She instantly made a face as though she was about to be sick. I was inclined to agree with her, but Ebony was stage manager and I wanted the whole school to see her talent. "Ebony didn't want to be involved in it either. But they made her stage manager." The little girl shook her head. "Poor Ebony, imagine having to watch some popular girl prancing round like a fairy with a boy doing much the same." She was crude but right. "Will you come?" She gave me a look as if to say 'what do you think?' before scowling at me. "Please." I could see she wasn't budging and I nearly gave up. So I got on my knees and was about to beg before she yelled for me to stop. I looked up and Mira gave in. "Ok I'll do it! Just don't beg like a moron otherwise I will be sick!" I smirked and got up. "How do I know you'll keep your word?"

"Ebony's my friend and I always keep them to my friends." She sounded sincere and I could tell she wasn't lying. "Very well, but if you break your promise-"

"I gave you my word isn't that enough?" She yelled looking very angry. "Ok, ok I was only messing with you." I put my hands up in mock surrender and she folded her arms looking cross. "Hmph! Well keep it up Kai and I will break my promise." I don't know the last time I had ever seen Mira so serious. But then I remembered she didn't like being toyed with, she's had enough of that with Creed. "Sorry." I sighed and she smiled looking more like herself again. "Apology accepted."

I stayed there until nightfall looking through the rest of her drawings. Her anger and hate for the people that had used her over the years were either dying or getting hurt. I could understand her reason for drawing these but never did I think a little kid could be so creative when it came to killing them.