Diana
by Hannah (4everwithdan)

Diana sat at the table, nervously waiting. This was an observation test, and she was observant. She was an artist, she could do this. There was a problem, she couldn't exactly remember what she was supposed to be doing, she was too busy looking at Mart. It had something to do with colors or clothes. Also, she was too scared to ask questions, so there she sat, not knowing what to do. "Was it black shirts or white shirts, or both?" She mused to herself.

She poked Honey, "pss.... Hey, help!!!" Honey completly ignored her, too entranced in watching the screen. Okay, I'll just watch and maybe I'll figure it out. She glanced at the screen. Is the curtain changing colors? It is! she joyfully thought to herself. I got it! Thank goodness for my artistic talents. Now if I could only figure out about these colored shirts and what they are doing.

She mindlessly watched the screen, not really paying attention; she was trying to remember what she had to do for the next Bob-White fundraiser. Focus Di, you can do this, she prompted herself. She tried to count how many times the balls were passed but it all got too confusing, so she gave up and looked at the rest of the group. Honey was absorbing the images, Mart looked yummy, Brian looked flustered, Trixie looked calm, Jim was concentrating, and Dan, well he was being Dan-the-Man- Mangan and being chill. The screen went black, and the lights came on. She took a peak at everyones faces. They all looked content or nervous, almost if it was a life or death situation.

She read the quesitonaire.

1. How many passes were made by the white shirt team?

She slapped her forehead. Thats right, that's what I was supposed to do!

She wrote down a random number and moved on.

2. Did you find yourself counting the passes from the black shirt team together?

She snorted out loud, then she looked around self-consciously. I didn't even look at the people in the white shirts.

3. How hard was it for to separate the passes from the two colors?

She felt her anger getting bigger. Two colors, I didn't even look at one. This isn't fair. Aren't the going to ask me about the curtain?

4. Did you notice the color of the curtain at the start?

She smiled. Heck, yes, I did. It's about the only I really did notice.

5. Did you notice the color of the curtain at the end?

6. Did you notice anyone leave the group?

Can I leave this group because I failed at this? She giggled to herself.

7. Did you notice how many girls were on the video?

Her pretty little mouth formed an "O". There were girls? Oh, their fashion taste is even worse than Trixie's. I guess they could have been very masculine looking females. Her mouth now formed a frown.

She peaked over her shoulder trying to glance at somebody else's paper to get the answer.

"Looking at other peoples papers in considered cheating." John said out loud, looking pointedly at her. Her beautiful face flamed red, and everyone in the room snickered. She looked back at the last question on the paper.

8. Did you notice how many boys were in the video?

She blew out a fusterated breath. Boys, girls, who can tell anymore.

She threw her pen down, and looked around the room. The young mother with the kid was the only one still writing.