Saving Myself

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

If I even have any readers left after my five month decline, I am ssssooooo sorry about the delay. School started back up with a vengeance. It's the end of my second marking period (Early February) and I have had at least 3 (probably more) projects to do before the first of February, not including the daily homework and project I will work on after I post this chapter. Things have been kind of hectic and I know all of you, if there are any, hate me right about now but I apologize again and again for the delay.

Plz enjoy the chapter. Comment vote and fan! Thank u!

-Phoenix

p.s. guy a the side is jason

As the bell rang many students rushed into the classroom. If you can even call it that! As i looked around, I realized how informal the class really looked. The chairs and desks where in fact bean bags. It looked more like a family game room than a classroom.

Not that I minded. The school chairs were kind of hard and after a while my booty, yes I said booty, started to hurt.

As the students continued to file in, Jason grabbed my hand and pulled me towards a "chair". He sat on one and motioned for me to sit on one two. After I plopped down and got comfy, the teacher walked in.

"Good afternoon class my name is Ms. Parker. I am the new Arts teacher and hope to help you explore your musical, artistic and theatrical talents this year." She seemed to be a very nice woman. She looked like she was in her late twenties with auburn hair that reached just passed her shoulders. She wore a light pink blouse with dark blue bell bottom jeans. Not the hippy kind (No offense to all you hippies out there). She looked pretty good and it seems as if all the boys agreed.

"Since you are here to help us explore our musical talents, I've always needed help with the trumpet in my pants. I can never find someone good enough to blow it for me. Since you are apparently an expert in that field, would you mind giving me private lessons?" an idiotic boy in the back said.

I snorted, not because of the comment, but because I knew that a lady like this would not tolerate this kind of behavior. She reminded me of Ms. Boyce in her younger years. She wouldn't take crap from anybody, and there was an impossibly slim chance that the lady in front of me would.

She stood up and walked slowly towards the boy, swaying her hips sensuously.

I could clearly see the seduction tactic she was using on the poor fool. You could but a pair of boobs and a butt on a stick and men would come flocking like sheep.

She stopped right in front of the boy and bent over so she was eye-level with him, showing a bit of cleavage.

"Trumpets are such wonderful instruments," she began, her voice low and husky. The poor guy's eyes were glued to her boobs. "Not only can they be used with your mouth, they can be used with your very. Own. Hand." She quickly stood up.

"If you ever imply something like that to me or any unwilling girl," she looked at him "or boy for that matter (no offense meant to gay's, I have a gay best friend) you will be put on detention for the rest of the year and part of the next, is that understood?"

The idiotic fool just nodded dumbly, his cheeks going a dark red.

"Good" she replied while walking back toward her desk. The sound of my classmates' laughter was brought to my ears as Ms. Parker leaned against the desk. The boy sunk deeper into his bean bag, causing the class to laugh even harder at his expense.

"Now that that is all cleared up, let's get this show on the road." She said when the class calmed down. "Most things about 'The Arts' class is still the same. Every day will be a Show-and-tell. I have you for two periods in a row each day so that first period will be your show-and-tell. The other will be for that specific day's lesson. At the end of the month and on special occasions such as the day before a week or longer break, or a holiday like Christmas there will be a school wide Showcase that you have to audition to be in. At the end of a semester, you and a partner are required to put on a performance lasting at least three minutes long. This counts as 75% of your grade. Any questions so far?" Ms. Parker asked.

I raised my hand, the question didn't necessarily pertain to me but I asked out of curiosity.

"What about people whose passion isn't is singing and dancing? What do they do?"

She smiled. "I was just about to get to that. Those of you who are not as good in actually acting things out or have terrible voices can write a story. The drama club will then allow you to choose some of their actors and actresses to actually act out the play. The people who are good at creating things will then make the set and props. This way everyone, no matter their set of skills, will be involved in something." Sighs of relief rang through the room.

Ms. Parker laughed. "Don't look so relieved yet. The actors and setting creators grade all depends on how well the play is written and performed. I suggest you chose a very good playwright as your director." She advised.

"Since it is only the first day, I will allow you each to choose whatever you want to sing, act out, or dance. You have five minutes to decide what you would like to do. Your time starts now."

I wasn't sure what to do. I pulled out my Ipod and look at all the karaoke songs I had. "You Ruin Me" by The Veronica's immediately stuck out to me. I kept scrolling but kept coming back to that song so i decided to stick with it. I was just about to ask Jason what he was gonna do when Ms. Parker spoke up.

"Who would like to go first?" asked Ms. Parker. The door banged open and there stood the bastard who had gotten me in trouble before.

-Oh God he is smoking. You can almost see his abs through his shirt!! I bet he has a big-

I cut my drago off before she could say anything to dirty. –we will never speak of this again- I told her. She just chuckled, well as much as a drago can. When I was finished with my internal battle, the guy had already sat down a few seats away from me in the back. Someone had raised their hand and had already made their way to recite a part of that god-awful play "Romeo and Juliet". Shakespeare was of course a genius but that play, with that false belief of true love which was honestly just true and intense lust irritated my entire soul.

As the girl recited Juliet's monologue on her devotion to the lust-crazed Romeo, my mind began to wander,  until finally she stopped, the class clapped, and the next person went up. Another scene from that stupid play. I internally groaned, this was going to be a long period.