Bella sighed, thinking about the guy she met earlier for the twentieth time that day. 'Why did I snag his sleeve again?' She thought, mortified. 'But... He didn't really seem to care' she sighed again and pulled out her script. She was about to go to drama, her favorite subject. She treasured every moment spent in that classroom. Shakespeare fascinated her; plus, she loved pretending to be something she was not. That was what interested her in the first place. Unlike what people assumed, she hadn't been good looking all her life; her friends could confirm that. Only last year, she was the awkward geek everyone picked on and teased. She was never really hurt, but it wasn't a fun life. When she entered high school, she decided to start fresh. She didn't need glasses anymore, only reading glasses, and her hair was finally a length at which the waviness looked good. Her cheeks trimmed out, and she had a sudden growth spurt. All added together, she became what people would call pretty. She was suddenly faced with boys confessing to her at least twice a day, asking her out, or just plain flirting. It was hard to deal with, and she learned to be blunt, which pushed them away. She always felt bad about it though.
She entered the classroom, and sat patiently on the steps while other kids piled in. When everyone arrived the teacher cleared his throat. "Did everyone read the script?" He asked. There was a chorus of nods and 'yes sir's. "good." He opened one of the scripts for himself. "Characters. Who wants to be who?" They began a list of character for the script, which was Cinderella an old time classic. Soon, they had a list of everything but the princess and the prince. "Who want to be prince?" The teacher asked. Before anyone could answer, there was a knock on the door. A student opened it, and the vice principal walked in, tugging on a boy's arm. She recognized him instantly; it was the guy she met in the morning. "Mr. Phillip, I caught this young man ditching, and so I thought you might need help in your play." She said. Mr. Phillips smiled, and ushered the grumpy bad boy over to the steps. He sat down next to Bella, her being the prettiest on there. The teacher nodded, rubbing his chin. "Yes, yes, you, what's your name, by the way?" "Stephan," he answered. "Stephan, you will be the prince, and the for princess, what does every body think of Bella?" Everyone agreed this was the best. 'Oh, no.' Thought Bella. I don't want a lead role, why didn't I speak out sooner?' She thanked the teacher politely, and sighed.
