I couldn't decide on how this chapter was going to go

Next update might take as long

The next day

After the film had concluded, Farkle and Lucas had to go home. Maya stayed, and Riley helped her with some rough sketches of the background.

"We've got like, ten rough drafts," Maya told Lucas, Riley and Farkle in the halls, "I showed them to Mrs. Parker, she loved them." Maya smiled.

Classes hadn't started yet, and the four were heading towards the history room.

"The stage crew are having a meeting today, Mrs. Parker's going to show everyone." She continued.

Lucas spoke, "The schedule will be posted today as well, and we are also getting the scripts." :)

"I saw a glimpse of the schedule when I was showing my sketches to Parker," Maya said, "First singing rehearsal is tomorrow, for scene five."

When we get the scripts, I hope I'm in that scene. Farkle had in his mind. He hoped he was in every scene, even though after seeing the movie, he knew that The Wizard Of Oz didn't need a munchkin, a winkie, nor a mouse in each scene. In fact, not even Dorothy.

Maya took out her sketches from her bag. "Look at them. What needs changing?"

She handed them to Lucas and Farkle.

Riley spoke, "I think Mrs. Parker posted the schedule already." She pointed across the hall, where a sheet of paper was taped.

Farkle took Riley's word and charged towards it, he nearly collided with the wall.

"Munchkin, winkie, mouse….." Farkle's eyes darted around the sheet. "Yeah! Rehearsal for the mice the day after tomorrow!" He did some sort of happy dance.

An hour later...

Wizard of Oz cast meeting…..

"Congratulations everyone!" Mrs. Parker exclaimed. The meeting took place in the music room, where dozens of students sat.

Mrs. Parker told a few students to hand each person a black duo tang, which were going to hold the scripts.

"This is so exciting!" Riley couldn't hold in her joy and excitement. She sat beside Farkle and Lucas, who were waiting for the distributors.

This was like learning about Belgium 1831 for Farkle. He needed to know everything he was going to do in this play. Like, right now.

One of the distributors got to where Riley and her friends were standing. She didn't hand them a duo tang, instead, she gave them a death glare.

"What?" Riley asked.

"I should have been cast as Dorothy," Missy replied. "Not Darby."

Riley raised her eyebrow, "What does that have to do with me?" Riley was legitimately confused.

Missy rolled her eyes and whispered, "You're her understudy, aren't you?"

"Yes, and?"

"Tell Mrs. Parker that being Glinda is already a lot of work, and that you want to give the role of Dorothy's understudy to me." Missy was serious, and Riley didn't think she was taking no for an answer.

Riley stalled, "But if you're her understudy, than that means you only get to be Dorothy if Darby is unable to." She hoped she could stall long enough for something to save her from this mess.

"I know what an understudy is!" Missy had to control herself to prevent the teacher from hearing. "I can take care of Darby, you don't need to worry about that."

Farkle heard every word Missy said, and joined the conversation. "But, aren't you the Wicked witch as well? How in the world are you going to play two characters at once? Are you going to dump water on yourself? And try to kill yourself?"

Missy snarled at him, "I never wanted to be the witch! And that is none of your business, so don't you dare tell anyone about what I said. Same goes for you, Riley." Missy left, but kept her eyes on the two.

"But…" Farkle said, "She was suppose to give us duo tangs!" Farkle waved his empty hands.

Missy threw duo tangs at him, and Farkle couldn't catch a single one. He handed them to Riley and Lucas.

Mrs. Parker spoke, "Okay, now that you all have duo tangs, you will each be handed a copy of the script. Take care of them, because I do not have extras."

"I'm telling her about Missy," Riley whispered to Farkle.

"No, don't," Farkle objected. "Missy will kill us."

Riley looked at her friend, "Are you seriously going to let her do that to you? Don't let Missy boss you around."

Mrs. Parker gave piles of scripts to the distributors, Missy being one of them, and said, "The schedule has been posted on the wall outside, be sure to show up to your rehearsals, or you will be kicked out of the production."

When Lucas heard this, he became nervous, once again.

"We can get kicked out?" Lucas became sweaty. " W-What if I keep on messing up my lines and she kicks me from the play? Can that happen?"

"I don't think so," Riley replied, then returned to Farkle. "I won't tell Mrs. Parker."

Farkle sighed in relief, until Riley added, "Because I won't ask her to change my role, I'll just simply say no to Missy."

"What!?" Farkle exclaimed, "No, just let Missy get what she wants, just this once."

"Why? You know I can't-"

"Please," Farkle was begging, and his eyes were almost tearing up.

"But Farkle," Riley said. "I really want to be Dorothy, and if being the understudy gives me a slight chance…" She trailed off.

Missy came, holding three scripts in her hands. "Do it," she ordered. "Or else." Her expression looked like one a murderer would wear.

"Well," Farkle said, voice shaking. "Can we at least have our scripts?"

Missy scoffed, hand gave a copy of the script to Farkle and Lucas. Missy now only had one in her hands.

"This one's for me." She made a gesture that seemed like she was protecting her script. "Sorry." She smirked and went back to her seat.

Riley was angry, "I can't believe that girl."

Lucas turned to Riley, "What's going on?"

"Missy," Riley replied. "She didn't give me a copy of the script." She pouted and walked towards Mrs. Parker. "I don't have a script."

Mrs. Parker looked at her, "Really? I don't have any left." Mrs. Parker turned to the whole cast and yelled, "Did anybody get two instead of one?" When everybody said no, she added, "Can everyone look to see if one of the scripts are on the floor?" No again… Mrs. Parker turned to Riley again.

"I had just enough copies for everyone, so it seems that we lost one. You're going to have to share with someone."

"Okay." Riley pouted and went back to her seat. "Farkle, can I share with you?"

Farkle frowned and nodded, "Please, Riley, I'm begging you, tell Mrs. Parker to give Missy the role of Dorothy's understudy." His voice was soft.

Why is Farkle willing to let Missy win? Riley wondered.

"Fine," she said.

"Thanks."

They didn't speak for the rest of the meeting. Farkle didn't even look at the script once.

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