Nightmare Ends.
As the last notes of 'Bodak Yellow' faded away, the group cheered, admiring their handiwork. The old basketball court, once a mess of dust and dirt, now shone like new. The wooden floor gleamed under the gym lights, and the lines and symbols were crisp and vibrant. The bleachers sparkled, and the air smelled fresh and clean, a stark contrast to the musty staleness that had clung to the space just hours before.
"Wow, we did it!" Olive exclaimed, beaming with pride.
"Looks like a whole new court," Mark agreed, nodding in satisfaction as he wiped sweat from his forehead.
Lara smiled, her eyes bright with accomplishment. "Thanks for your help, Arthur and Henry," she said, turning to the Olive and Henry.
Olive and Henry grinned, nodding in response, their expressions mirroring the group's collective sense of pride.