Was it Casady's imagination, or was he the only one of the trio who had actually showed up on time for the Singing group?
Slightly annoyed at the others' tardiness, Casady hesitated, then took a seat beside Brookie. Brookie smiled shyly, her fingers twirling a few strands of hair. There was a nervous look on her face that made Casady wonder what was going on inside the girl's head.
"The others aren't with you?" Brookie finally ventured to ask.
Casady sighed. "I don't know where they are. Then again, it's not like they're the types to obey the Force's rules, you know."
Brookie smiled, though there was an emotion behind her eyes that Casady couldn't quite label. "I know. It'll get them into trouble, one of these days. Mark my word." She opened her mouth to say something else, then clamped it shut. So. The girl had opinions of her own, too, just like Casady and Morgance and Rune.
Intrigued by the mystery of what was occurring inside Brookie's mind, Casady leaned over to ask her about the sudden change of attitude, when Aretta's voice broke into their conversation.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! I'm so glad you all could make it. As you know, the theme of this year's festival is 'The Monster Within.' I have personally met with each of your Head Instructors, and they all say that things are going quite swimmingly."
"Quite swimmingly." Give me a break.
"I do, however, find it important to restate the consequences of not showing up to meeting on time." And from that point onward, Casady zoned out, not caring about the consequences of being late. He didn't plan on being late, not now, not ever. Part of him wondered if he should worry about his two fellow rebels, but he shoved that worry away and instead, put his arm casually across the back of Brookie's chair.
Lame, he knew, but it was a start.