Through the confusion, and through looking through various books, Jen couldn't for the life of her remember what the book was. She looked out the window to see her bus driving away and sighed.
"Great. Now I gotta walk to school. But what was that book called?"
Suddenly it struck her; they were doing a Theatre unit in English. It wasn't a book she was supposed to read, but a play.
"How could I have forgotten?" she sighed.
Jen, secretly, loved theatre. There were certain plays she found herself just falling in love with. Unfortunately not a lot of people probably knew what the plays were, so she kept her obsession to herself. Feeling a wave of desperation, she rushed up to her room to pick a random play script from her stack of plays to read and write about. Grabbing a random one, she rushed downstairs before looking at the play. If she could hurry, there would be about 20 minutes before homeroom. She could read the play and then hastily put something together. Sure, it wouldn't be high quality, but at least it would be something to indicate she had read the play. As she stepped outside, she looked on the cover of the play and found that she had picked up....