Mrs. G was at the entrance, handing out the programs and telling kids where to go.
“Fifth graders down the aisle to the left,” she said. “Sixth graders go to the right. Everyone come in. Come in. Good morning.”
“Go to your staging areas. Fifth graders to the left, sixth grade to the right...”
The auditorium was huge inside. Big sparkly chandeliers. Red velvet walls.
Rows and rows and rows of cushioned seats leading up to the giant stage.
We walked down the wide aisle and followed the signs to the fifth-grade staging area, which was in a big room to the left of the stage.
Inside were four rows of folding chairs facing the front of the room,
which is where Ms. Rubin was standing, waving us in as soon as we walked in the room.
“Okay, kids, take your seats. Take your seats,” she was saying, pointing to the rows of chairs.
“Don’t forget, you’re sitting alphabetically. Come on, everybody, take your seats.”
Not too many kids had arrived yet, though, and the ones who had weren’t listening to her.
Me and Jack were swordfighting with our rolled-up programs. “Hey, guys.”
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