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"If I keep my character alive till the timer runs out; then the play will turn out fine on Friday!" I repeated this over and over in my head as my mii character drove on her adorable motorcycle, driving away from possible koopa shells drawing near, threatening to pop her last balloon during a battle game of Mario Kart 8. I've played this game every day this week after school, on a week I'd like to call, "Hell Week"

Hell week, from my definition, is the final week before a play debuts and the actors and actresses must be on point with their lines and be professional, mature, respectful as they play scenes over for last mintue critiques. I could definitely say that this week, in spite of Christmas around the corner, was-well, is during the time I write this- HELL.

How come?

Every year, there's a mandatory presentation of a Christmas play made by the seniors. It's only optional if you want to join, and I chose to be involved.

Bad choice.

This week was the ONLY week my classmates and I actually practiced (and the play debuts this Friday. It's Wedsnday today) And every day, people were always talking over the scenes or leaving early. At this point, it is getting the writers and producers of this show very stressed. This Christmas Carol type of story their created had never grown to its full potential. Not yet.

I, with my cheesy assumptions, hope that if i express the sorrow my class and I are experiencing, some God above would listen to the woes and give us a little Christmas miracle. Because the last thing I want is for us to bomb this play in front of the whole school.

This is literally the only obstacle in our way before we reach Christmas break. If tommorow can be perfect and everyone is quiet and gets their lines down right, Hell week may just end on a good note. I really REALLY hope this will be a reality. I can't stand anyone in such worry like the main workers of this play are feeling. I don't have a major role at all, but their pain is becoming my pain. They're not even my closest of friends, yet I want to help anyway I can.

Can hope count as help? 'Cause at this point, I think that's all I can do.