~Charles~
It was early afternoon, and Charles should have been napping at home instead of yawning while standing around in their school's soccer field. But they needed to be here during their free time to start practicing for their English class requirement. His eyes flicked over his blockmates' faces. They were clustered in a circle around a dirty tile table, gazing with rapt attention at Ronnie, who was acting as the class leader.
"So… any ideas?" Ronnie was asking them now. When no one spoke up, he singled out Honey, who was squatting on the ground and pulling on the grass with her hands, adding to the layer of freshly cut grass. "Didn’t your class win choral recitations back in high school? Maybe you can share some pointers."
"Um… we can pull out some lines from the middle of the piece and recite them at the beginning, as our introduction," she suggested, brushing the grass off her palms. "We could also get someone to sing a patriotic song at one point, as background music while the rest of us recite. That someone being Melody, of course." Everyone's heads turned to look from her face to another one that looked like hers a few feet away.
