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Murder Mystery Trip

The Drama Department recently took a group of budding year 9 and 10 dramatists to the lake district for a drama workshop with a difference. A Murder Mystery trip, in the beautifully English and wild countryside.

We first set off to the idyllic location on a nondescript Thursday morning. The coach was buzzing with excitement and the tinny sound of annoying songs being played at full blast from everyone’s phones all at once. Eventually after acquiring an acute headache we arrived and proceeded to the main drama space. We were greeted by found footage of the murder of Professor Plum (an astonishing Mr McLoughlin lookalike) and just like that; the workshop had begun.

After watching a film of the suspects, we were split into four teams including P.C. Ford & Co and Grim & I Private Eye (of which I was a member). In these groups, we had to complete several tasks over the two days stay to win points and find out who murdered Professor Plum. The team with the most points would win the star prize a big box of Haribo to share with the group in second place give just a measly Milk Tray.

One of the first tasks was to film a faux news report about the killing and who we thought the alleged murderer was. We first discussed what the video would be about and what locations to select. We went to our first location and over the rabble I started filming the cast, adding some supposedly humorous lines from yours truly.

After filming wrapped up and me nearly ruining my throat trying to utter the final line, the video was complete. The premier came soon after, and people were in stitches from all of the films. Later that night after having to sniff some strange things and having a most enjoyable dinner, we embarked on the last task, and it was a whopper. We had to make an interactive drama performance or an Experience. My team spent a lot of time discussing what we had to do but then we were hit with the sudden realisation that we had to do it thus we hurried up and tried to do just that.

Everyone was rushed to a room where we had to wait anxiously to visit other group’s experiences. After being scared half to death by one of my peers with a blanket over their head, it was finally Grimm & I Private Eye’s turn. I had to open the door to let the audience in and tried not to corpse as people uttered ludicrous statements. I introduced myself as the less fortunate brother of Professor Plum and not very happy about it either. Then they were greeted by one of the scariest things on the earth: an estate agent trying to sell the house to them.

We went upstairs, past some haphazardly placed fake blood on a piece of paper, and into a room full of the alleged suspects who talked about their motives. I sat in the corner and pretended to cry because improvisation is a beautiful thing. The estate agent and I then took them further into the old house (that’s the toilets to you and me) where my character had a breakdown that involved clawing at a cubicle like I was watching the latest pop sensation perform live.

We then ushered the audience back from where they came from, which took quite a bit of persuading, and I started spouting rubbish to get them to leave. I was quite shattered but relieved. But we had to do it all over again. After these repeat performances, everyone went into the main hall to tally up the scores. I crawled myself back to bed (which was quite difficult as I was on the top bunk) and tried to get to sleep above the ruckus of shouting adolescents.

Day two of the Murder Mystery trip, started with a hearty breakfast followed by a rendezvous in the hall. It was going to be an exciting day. We had a scavenger hunt were a member of my team seemed to have ripped a piece of pavement up and lumbered it up into the hall. I wrote a rather good poem, and there was even the latest fragrance. Scent de la Twig we called it.

During our stay, we had been given cards to play with the scores but a new one had been introduced. It caused our points to be swapped with another team. We had gone from over a hundred to around about twenty. It seemed we were never destined to get the Milk Tray never mind the Haribo Selection Box. We tried and tried in vain; we thought, to reclaim the points that we deserved. The sweets we so desperately craved for were too far away from our grasp…or were they.

By some bizarre series of events, we managed to win! The moment my life (for the past two days) had been waiting for had finally come, and it tasted good or, to be more literal, just like a regular packet of Haribo. We went away from that trip smiling; the coach journey was full of recollection of the last two days events. When we arrived home we said our goodbyes; we were not going to see each other for another two days.

Murder Mystery Trip: two days were days well spent.

Harry, Year 10.