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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 4 (v.1) - Starting the Year Off With a Bang

Submitted: August 11, 2012

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NOTE: I know the song lyrics I use through out this chapter are butched and cut to pieces! Not to mention a little changed, but that was all on pourpose! I promise.
 
"What do you have next?" Em asked, leaning against my locker.
"Drama." I said, returning my French book to the little shelf.
"Lucky! I have Algebra III last. Who wants to do math at the end of the day?" she whined.
"Well Em, if you would have passed it last year..." I trailed off.
"Sorry for having a social life." she said. 
I passed it.
"Well, drama's that way... so." I said, shutting my locker.
I didn't wait for her to say anything, I just took off walking.
Why was everything about Em bothering me today?
I tried not to think about it as I walked down the stairs to the lower floor.
The lower floor only held three classrooms, drama, art, and choir, plus the theater. The rest of the floor was storage space. It's strange, when you get to the bottom of the stairs there's a single hallway lined with doors and that's it. Some kids go all four years without ever coming down here.
I made my way all the way to the end of the hallway and pulled open the door to the drama room.
The class was pretty empty, but drama usually was.
"Hey Mr. Davis." I said, sitting down.
Mr. Davis had to be one of the youngest teachers here, and it didn't help he dressed like a college kid. He had been mistaken for a student quite a few times.
"Hello Hannah. How was your summer?" he asked, looking up from the papers on his desk.
"Fine I guess, nothing too special." I said.
The door opened and a few kids came in.
Clarissa Carter, Abby Reed, and Travis Watts.
They all chose seats on the far side of the room.
I stood and walked to where Clarissa was sitting on the top of her desk.
"Clarissa, I really love your hair! The edgy look is so cute, I wish I could pull it off." I said, smiling.
"Thanks, at first I really regretted it, but now I'm in love." she said, reaching up to touch the shaved part.
Abby shot me a dirty look.
Why does she hate me so much?
I had never done anything to Abby, actually we were friends up until last year, but a few months after junior year started she became really bitter towards me
I ignored her and walked back to my seat.
"Can you believe her? She's such a little whore." Abby whispered.
I rolled my eyes. This year is going to be fantastic.
A few minutes passed and a few more kids came in, all regulars.
The bell rang.
"Alright." said Mr. Davis, standing up and walking from behind his desk, "Can anyone tell me why we are here?"
"To reproduce!" yelled Travis Watts.
"Very funny Travis. I meant why are we in this class?" he rephrased.
No one said anything.
"Exactly." he explained.
Wait what?
Suddenly the door opened.
"Kyle, nice to see you could finally join us. I assume you have a pass." he said.
"Only if you give me time to forge one." Kyle said, picking a seat a few away from mine.
"I'll let it slide today, but starting tomorrow you get to my class on time." Mr. Davis said.
Kyle nodded.
"Now, I think we should start the year off with a quick lyrical monologue."' continued Mr. Davis.
"What's a lyrical monolog." asked Abby, her nasally voice made me nauseous.
"You take a piece from a song and convert it into spoken words."  explained Mr. Davis.
"Oh okay." said Abby.
"Now, if everyone is ready, let's go into the theater." said Mr. Davis, heading towards the little black door on the back wall of the room.
The drama room was connected to the back stage area of the theater, during plays the classroom became the girls dressing room and the prop room became the boys.
Everyone rose from there seats and followed.
As we made our way the the front of the stage I noticed that all the colored paint drizzled on the floor was gone.
"Hey, Mr. Davis, did they paint the stage floor?" I asked.
"Obviously." said Abby. I wasn't exactly sure what she whispered afterwards, but it sounded a lot like "idiot".
"Oh wow Abby, you're so smart, how did this world ever go on without you?" I asked, I made my way down the little set of steps to the seats.
"Bitch." she whispered.
I just smiled and took my seat.
She chose one a few rows back.
"Everyone in the front row Abby." Mr. Davis yelled from the center of the stage.
She sighed and made her way to the front row and picked a seat as far away from me as she could.
"What's her problem?" Kyle asked, taking the seat next to mine.
"I have no idea." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Alright, who wants to go first?" Mr. Davis asked, finally coming down to the seats himself.
Abby's hand shot up.
"Alright Abby, go for it." he said.
She jumped up from her seat and climbed up the little stair case to the stage.
This was the first time I had really paid attention to what she was wearing. A grey and black striped t-shirt, fishnets, two studded belts on the outside of her shirt, and a pleated black skirt. It would have been unflattering on anyone, but it made her look horrible. The shirt was too tight and too short. When she moved her arms it came up and exposed where her stomach hung over her skirt. 
"I'm going to do part of the song My Immortal by Evanescence for my monologue." she said, pushing her muddy purple colored glasses back up on her nose.
"I'm so tired of being here suppressed by all my childish fears and if you have to leave I wish you would just leave because your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone. These wounds won't seem to heal this pain is just too real there's just too much that time cannot erase you cry I wipe away all of your tears you scream I fight away all of your fears." she said monotonely, only pausing to breathe once.
"Thank you Abby." Mr. Davis said, scribbling something down on his piece of paper. "How about you next Kyle?"
Kyle sighed and stood up.
What was he complaining about? He had gotten out of doing speeches for Mr. Seals.
Halfway through class he had been called to the office and never came back.
"I'm doing a modified piece from a song, but the title is unimportant." he started.
He took a deep breath.
"Determination. He couldn't believe how easy it was. He just put the gun to his head. Bang. So much blood... such a tiny little hole. Problems do have solutions you know... a lifetime of fucking things up fixed, in one determined flash. Everything's blue in this world, all fuzzy, and spilling out of my head. The deepest shade, all of it, spilling." he said.
Holy shit.
Mr. Davis clapped. "Very nice Kyle, very deep. I'm a Nine Inch Nails fan myself. " he said.
No one else said anything as Kyle walked back to his seat.
When he sat down I just turned and looked at him.
"What?" he asked.
I opened my mouth to say something, but "wow" was all I could manage.
"Uh, thanks I guess." he said, turning to face the stage again.
I did the same, but didn't pay much attention to the next few monologs, I was still caught up in Kyle's.
Chill Hannah, it was just some song lyrics, it's not like he really feels like that.
But what if he does?
"How about Hannah." said Mr. Davis.
"Oh, uh, okay." I said, standing.
Crap, do I even know anything?
I made my way to the center of the stage.
"I guess I'll be doing a piece from a song called Good Day." I said.
I took a deep breath. Breathe in, breathe out, no one is judging you.
"So, you don't want to hear about my good day? You have better things to do than to hear me say 'god its been a lovely day'? I mean, I'm not suggesting that you line me up for questioning, but Jesus think about the bridges you are burning. And I'm betting that even though you knew it from the start, you'd rather be a bitch than be an ordinary broken heart. So go ahead, talk about your bad day... I want all the details of the pain and the misery, and how you are inflicting it on others." I said.
"Good job Hannah, a little out of context, but as far as delivering it, you did fantastic." said Mr. Davis.
"Thanks." I said, making my way to my seat.
"Well," said Mr. Davis looking at his watch, "the bells going to ring in a few minutes, so I guess I'll let you go."
Finally, this day was over.


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