A Short Scene by Trey Hart (or "exactly how I feel my 11 o clock class is going to go today")
*Amy sits in a large room. Across from her, Dominique and Mireille sit, staring at Amy, casually smoking cigarettes.*
*Amy, the only student in the class, begins to cry a little.*
Mireille:Amy!
*Amy glances up, startled*
Amy: Y-yes?
Mireille: We require entertainment. Dance for us!
Amy: W-what? I don't understa--
*Mireille has taken out a pistol which she fires at the wall an inch (whoops! I mean a centimeter) to the left of Amy's left ear*
Mireille: Dance, Amy! Dance NOW!!!!
*Amy, now openly sobbing, begins to dance slowly, quickening her pace only when Mireille continues to fire the pistol*
Dominique: *chuckles quietly*
FIN
*Amy, the only student in the class, begins to cry a little.*
Mireille:Amy!
*Amy glances up, startled*
Amy: Y-yes?
Mireille: We require entertainment. Dance for us!
Amy: W-what? I don't understa--
*Mireille has taken out a pistol which she fires at the wall an inch (whoops! I mean a centimeter) to the left of Amy's left ear*
Mireille: Dance, Amy! Dance NOW!!!!
*Amy, now openly sobbing, begins to dance slowly, quickening her pace only when Mireille continues to fire the pistol*
Dominique: *chuckles quietly*
FIN