Most of the boys scattered, trying to find a way out. It was no use though, they couldn’t even get out of the room they were in. A large rectangular room, with a 3 seat upholstered sofa in the middle, a 2 seat sofa perpendicular to it and tables with various refreshments around the edge. The room was dark and dimly lit, which only made the girls all the more menacing as they laughed at the panicking males. Henry could only give a hurt look of betrayal to Charlette. Before he could question her, jenny boomed out, “Come on, we want to see a show, hop to it now or we will have to find other ways to entertain ourselves”

Henry, in an uncharacteristic display of bravery managed to organize all the boys behind him and with a failed attempt at defiance he stammered, “ Yo-you are ju-just going to… eat us anyway. Why sh-should we perform?” The girls laughed cruelly at Henry’s attempt at heroism and Rita, her head leaning on her shoulder, stated matter of factly, “Because we want this to be fun. Tell you what, you perform and those who do well, wont get eaten. Those that do shit, will be turned into shit.”

This posed a problem for the drama club. Some thought they were good, others knew they weren’t, the fact was they were all terrible. They had a choice, perform, or scamper round the room and wait to be eaten.