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he said if he couldn’t put on that play he would quit the school and go to Alaska and never come back again. So they said yes, he could do it; because the drama teacher was the best teacher they had at school. They worked on the play for three and a half months, mothers sewing oodles of costumes for the kids who got a supernumerary role, they glued and cut and drilled the props. They made cakes and coffee to sell for on the nights of representation. It was March 29 when at exactly seven o’clock sharp the curtain should fall for the first time. There was a huge mess behind the stage, everyone looking for his or her costume, not finding a hat or having a safety needle pricking in the back and it was on the climax of this chaos when Riley stood up on a stool. Nobody noticed him at first but then he shouted “Guys!” and the room went quiet. He turned around about his own axe once and said: “Don’t bother about the costume, guys. Just don’t put them on.” Homer Mackenzie who was the protagonist because he had a lot of muscles from playing football all the time forgot to hold his pants up so that they fell down and everyone had free sight on his pinkish underwear which used to be white until his mom washed them with red stuff and for which he was so ashamed of that he hoped to God no one would be seeing them. But they all did and still nobody said one word. “I want you to go on that stage

without wearing clothes”, Riley repeated in a calm tone but one could still hear an ounce of demand in it. “Riley”, Mister Hover the drama teacher began cautiously for he knew of Riley’s temper. “Riley”, he repeated, “just calm down. Everyone now should be putting their clothes on and go on that stage. We’ve got ten minutes left.” “NO!” Riley shouted louder than expected so Sharon winced and lost a piece of fur from her Inuit costume. “If you don’t I will be running out there and yell at the people to go home and if they don’t leave I will go down in the basement and turn out the fuse so that this place will go dark till tomorrow.” Hover - who sometimes had a weak temper and a slow reaction time and absolutely no experience in treating weird kids because they usually behaved well in his class - started to shake a little bit and especially his hands trembled, sparsely in the beginning and then heavily. That was the time when Stef stood up, she was one of the boxers that had to fight against Homer because of a lack of men in the play. She just stood there and said with a firm voice: “Riley, just shut up and don’t behave like a child. I’ve got a weird birth mark on my butt and I really don’t want everybody to see that one tonight. Furthermore we put so much effort into these costumes so we want to present them to the people. You could have said that you want us to play naked in the beginning then we wouldn’t have had

to bother about making all them.” Then she turned around and helped Sharon fix the fur back on. So Riley didn’t know what to do anymore. He just turned around and left the room, going into the nowhere. Ten days later he came back, having missed two incredibly good performances. He never mentioned the play again, refused to give an interview to the local newspaper and one night he broke into the school, stole the costumes and burnt them on the field. He just left one note on the piano. “I should have done this before”, he wrote, leaving some of the ashes from the fire right beside. Riley grew quiet after that, still following Stef around who became more and more like her father; getting drunk not only at the weekends but also during the week where she enjoyed a beer or two in front of the TV. Her curly blond hair became straight and she stopped washing it so it hung greasy and lanky from her head. That was about the time when she had her first steady boyfriend after functioning for months as the local town mattress. They went out, did what the other kids were doing, hanging out in the centennial hall, driving up and down the main street in Stef’s old car that she had inherited from her dad, listening to loud music in the front porch. And Riley was always there too, sometimes without even being noticed by them. He used to hide in the luggage compartment once when they drove to the movies,

NAKT #1 Ave Matura  

Die erste Ausgabe der NAKT Neue Aargauer Kantizeitung Troubadour

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Die erste Ausgabe der NAKT Neue Aargauer Kantizeitung Troubadour

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