Stealing the Show

“UGHH! SCREW IZZY! FRICKIN’ SHOW-OFF!”  
Jenny kicked open the auditorium door and stormed out of the room while her friends followed. Next week was the school’s yearly talent show, and the competition was hotter than ever. Her classmates were scattered about the school, each desperate to be the next big winner with their own exciting feats. Though Jenny was a top-notch dancer who was the talk of many circles, it seemed that she had met her match with a fresh new face, of all people. Izzy shook up the scene with a daring new routine that had just about every boy in the palm of her hands. 
“She can’t just come in and ruin my rep in 2 weeks! Who the heck does she think she is?!” 
She shot her mouth off to her close circle as they headed out of the school. 
Kaitlyn tried to peacefully comfort her to no avail as Jenny’s stomping grew louder. “Don’t get so worked up Jen, she’s got nothing on you!” 
“Listen, if she somehow gets past our act, she’ll never hear the last of me!”
Alexis pumped her up as always, suggesting they come up with a hot new routine at the park, while Ethan, having ran around the school all day surveying the competition, begged for the group to retire for the day at the nearby McDonald’s. Becca, on the other hand, had an idea of sabotaging their newfound rival. The group was big on pranks, and to varying degrees, had both saved the school and ruined some jobs with their playful schemes. Nonetheless, their antics had given Redview High three of its most exciting years so far. That night, over some shakes and sandwiches, the group plotted their next quirky scheme, having a good laugh and making quite the ruckus.
After a chaotic few days, Friday finally arrived. The stage was set, and all the butterflies in the air found their way into the stomachs of Review’s talented elites. Word got out, and most importantly, Becca talked to Jill, who talked to Joe, who talked to Ethan, who talked to Marissa, who told Izzy about a mockup stage at the side of the school where she could get a cute photo-op before the big show later that day. She showed her a number of posts of competitors taking selfies at the “promotional stand”, decked out in stars and glitter with a colorful sign that read “Redview’s Best!” 
Two hours before the show, and eager for her shot, Ethan and Izzy waltzed to the east side of the school by the parking lot to find the stage, unattended and ripe for a selfie. Already in her flashy pink outfit, she sashayed her way up the makeshift stairs and onto the stage, when her right foot suddenly sank into the draped-over platform. Izzy tumbled into the void as Jenny and her other friends plunged their way out of a stack of boxes and threw the rest of the old auditorium curtain into the school’s “grossest” dumpster.
“YOOOOO!”
Kaitlyn was recording the event in its entirety, shaking her phone and zooming in and out excessively. Ethan hurled displaced trash bags back into the container as Izzy attempted to wriggle out of the thick sheets, all while Alexis sent some snarky one-liners her way. 
“So lame of you Izzy, just like your act!” 
In less than thirty seconds after their ruse, they all shuffled to the corner of the building as the school’s trusty garbage truck rolled in with its usual driver, Sam, jamming out to ancient rock music. Save for a couple of fallen paper stars, nothing remained of the fake stage. The truck’s grabber lifted the dumpster in the air and spilled Izzy and the school’s weeklong food waste into its hulking body. Jenny and the gang huddled together and laughed uncontrollably.
“Smell ya later, LOSER!”
“I’m sure the raccoons will love your routine!”
“Have fun with the tomato bath tonight!”
…Were among the insults that the group fired as Sam nonchalantly filled the rest of the truck with the second dumpster’s muck. Sam had triumphantly driven off into the sunset, hauling away Wednesday's food fight, the fake stage, and Jenny's smelly adversary with him. They celebrated a job well done, though Kaitlyn expressed some concern for Jenny.
“Hey wait…if Izzy’s in 3 of your periods, don’tcha have to put up with her stank for half of next week?!”
“Ewww! I hope she’s not actually gonna smell for that long, unless she gets skunked like Riley last semester!”
The group collectively cringed thinking about that horrific fortnight and the Detergent-Bot they had to build to blast the scent out, but soon made their way back to the school, more determined than ever to steal the show.
“Make way people! We got our trophy to polish!”
Jenny with her head up high, led her dance crew through the halls and to the auditorium.
Category:Weird