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Before It's Too Late

Novel By: Broadway Fairy
Young adult



It seemed to be just another normal year at Park Lake High School for Gabriel Katz, the intellectual but reserved son of the school's Latin teacher. That is, until he befriends Liliane Swanson, the intuitive star of Park Lake's Drama club.
This is a partially true story, told from the perspectives of 5 different characters.

*A/N* I am NOT going to be continuing with this version of the novel (however, I plan on rewriting it and posting it soonish). If you want to read it... well, I can't stop you, but I'd rather you check out some of the essays in my featured writing:D Thanks to all for the support I got with this though! I have big plans for thee characters and when the new version is done it will be wayyy better than this:P
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Submitted:Aug 23, 2009    Reads: 248    Comments: 20    Likes: 3   


Prologue
Of all the things she might have expected when she signed up for the Latin language class two years ago before her sophomore year, this was nowhere on her list of possibilities.
She chose it on a complete whim, unable to come up with a solid reason as to why. Perhaps it was to rebel against her dad, who had tries to persuade her into taking Spanish. Perhaps it was because she thought Latin seemed more out of the ordinary compared to the other languages Park Lake High School offered (she always did have a fondness for anything out of the ordinary). Perhaps it was because she had heard it looked good on college applications. She never fully settled on any explanation.
But it turned out to be one of the smallest, yet most pivotal decisions she had ever made, second, at that point, to another whim she had had in the sixth grade, when she auditioned for her middle school's production of Annie and discovered her passion for theatre.
Sometimes that's just the way it is, she though. Life always tends to bring its biggest changes when we least expect them.
Fate, she had realized long before, had a funny way of knowing what's best for us, even if we don't know why.
1. Something From Nothing
"And so, in 1776, the Declaration of Independence…"
Blah, blah, blah. Liliane sighed and squirmed in her seat. She glanced at the clock and bit her nail like she always did when she was stressed or anxious.
Ordinarily, she rather enjoyed Mr. Contini's class, but today she had things on her mind that were far more important than the American Revolution, at least to her.
It was opening night of the Drama Club's very first play of the year, the 1940's comedy Blithe Spirit.
And she had the best role, Elvira, the blithe spirit herself. Drama had been her life since the sixth grade, and this was likely to be her best show yet. It was only third period, but Lily was already counting down the hours, minutes and seconds until 7:30 that night.
She was vaguely aware of the lecture ending, five minutes before the bell, and although most of the class began talking amongst themselves, her mind remained firmly focused on the show, the lines and blocking she had long known by heart running through her brain.
Until a rude voice in the next row brought her back to reality.
"Gabriel, stop tapping! You're driving me crazy!"
The blond boy in the seat next to Lily, who had been drumming absent-mindedly on his desk, turned around to face the voice.
"Geez, sorry, I do it without realizing."
"Yeah, I noticed", hissed the voice, which belonged to one of Lily's best friends, Carla. Carla's rudeness mildly shocked her; after all, Gabriel was the son of their beloved Latin teacher, Ms. Katz, whose class the two friends had first period. She had no business being bitchy to someone whose mother's favor they took pride in.
"Car, be nice! Mind your own business!" She was used to sticking up for people around Carla. She wasn't a mean person; she just had a tendency to speak her mind, often a bit too bluntly.
"Lily, sweetie"- Carla always called her "sweetie" when she was being patronizing- "he was driving everyone crazy!" She said it slowly, in the tone adults use when they try to explain difficult concepts to 4-year-olds. "No, he wasn't. I didn't even notice!" She wasn't sure at all how something like that could drive anyone crazy.
As usual, she thought, Carla was making something out of nothing.




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