The Trash Heap

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
two students are angry about what their school did to the performing arts program

Submitted: May 19, 2017

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“This place takes what it wants from you and makes you forget you ever had it in the first place.”

“That’s probably the most dramatic way you could have said, ‘The public school system sucks.” The two high school students were in the sound booth of their brand new preforming arts center. After a semester of absolute insanity, they put on the first play in this brand new building. It also happened to be the first musical the school had seen in years. It was a phenomenal way to combine the schools advanced science, technology, engineering, and math programs with its new and improved preforming arts program. It was amazing. It was fantastic, but it was also, sadly, short lived.

“You know it’s all the schools fault, right? They’re the ones who pushed Ms. Schuler to the edge. They’re the reason she left.” The girl threw a pen at the stage in anger, but it only went about 50 feet before hitting the ground. The girl sighed, slumped in her chair, and rolled directly into the wall.

The boy stifled a laugh, as he was a much closer target than the stage. “You alright?”

“I’m not hurt.”

The boy smiled, and then frowned. “You know that’s not what I asked.”

“No. No I’m not ok. We were the most important thing here in a while. We got a congratulations from the goddamned superintendent. Then, the moment they don’t need us, they throw us in the trash. I hate it.”

The boy let out a sigh. “In their defense, we don’t have a drama teacher at the moment.”

The girl sat up and stared at the boy, inches from his face and with venom in her eyes. “We don’t have a drama teacher because she left. She probably had a panic attack or something. We don’t know because they won’t tell us. Just like always.” The girl backed off a little and slouched against the wall.

“I mean, it could be worse.” The boy got up out of his chair and put a hand on the girls shoulder. “Everything will be alright. Besides, they can’t keep us like this. We are a STEAM school now, so they have to pay attention to the art program.”

“Not all of us will still be here. There’s a bunch of seniors whose last memory of drama will be being kicked to the curb. We’ve been kicked out of the PAC, cut off from all funding, banished to the old auditorium/trash heap/the janitor’s offices, unable to take donations, and the best part is that they still want us to put on a performance. What a shitty note to go out on.” The girl put her head on the boy’s chest and he held her in his arms.

“Yeah, it sucks. I’m not saying its ok. All I’m saying is that we have to make the best of it. I’m just as mad as you are. No one told us that this was happening and then they just pulled the floor out from under us. It’s not right, but administration has power over us. If we try to say something against them, they’ll just make it harder for us to get back on our feet. Alright?”

The girl wiped away the tears that had gathered in her eyes. “You’re right. Why are you always right?”

The boy smiled. “It comes from life experience. “ A glimmer of sadness flashed in the boy’s eye for a moment as he felt déjà vu. This wasn’t the first time something he loved had fallen apart before his eyes because of something he couldn’t control. He had messed up his entire life at age 15, alienated an entire group of friends, and permanently scarred his mind. He had to remind himself that all that had happened was in the past. This time was different. This time, there was a chance to fully recover from what happened. The glimmer of sadness disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared.

“Life experience?” The boy looked at the girl quizzically for a moment. “What life experience? You’re only halfway through high school.”

“I’ll tell you about it later. C’mon, we’re going to be late for rehearsal.”

“What rehearsal? I thought our play was canceled because we didn’t have enough money to buy the script.”

“That’s why I went to find you in the first place. We found a bunch of publically owned plays that won’t cost us anything. We’re going to read through them to and see which ones we want to keep. C’mon.” The two of them ran out of the preforming arts center and back to the old auditorium. It might have been a trash heap, but it was their trash heap and they needed to make it look decent for their performance.


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