ACT TWO-Scene Five: Sweaty Toothed Mad Man

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by dolphiiins

by dolphiiins

I stand in the front of the class. I read over my page aloud.

There is an unseen beauty in these people. The people who are silent and distant. Their eyes carry stories that no author nor poet can fathom writing. They are as soft and sweet as the nightingale's song. And as protective as a dog to it's favourite bone. They see things that no one else can and feel emotions that no one else can feel. Why do we shut these people out; because they are different? These are the people that the world needs more of. Their silence is so present, their minds are beautiful. Why waste them?

Todd looks at me in awe as well as everyone else. Mr Keating gives me a firm pat on the shoulder. "Well done Y/N! Much better than Mr Hopkins." Hopkins rolls his eyes. "Alright who's next?" He says whilst walking towards Todd. "Mr Anderson, I see you sitting here in agony, come on Todd step up." Todd speaks quietly. "I-I didn't, didn't write one." Mr Keating nods. "You see, Mr Anderson thinks that everything inside of him is worthless. Isn't that right Todd?" Todd nods a bit. "Well I think you are wrong. In fact, I believe that deep down inside of you, you have a barbaric yawp." Todd looks at Mr Keating questionably. The teacher makes his way to the chalk board where he writes in neat cursive.
I SOUND MY BARBARIC YAWP FROM THE ROOFTOPS OF THE WORLD
W.W
He writes this whilst reading it aloud. "Now a yawp is a loud cry or yell. Now I would like Todd to come up here and demonstrate a barbaric yawp." The teacher looks at the boy and motions him to come to the front of the class. Shit. Todd reluctantly stands up and walks to the front of the class. He looks around nervously and quietly says. "yawp..." Mr Keating keeps on pushing him until he snaps. "YAWP!" The raise in his voice makes me flinch. My heart started pounding, my breathing became fast, my chest was tight. I take deep breaths as Todd starts talking. I can't really hear him because it sounds like I am under water. "I close my eyes and this image floats beside me... a-a sweaty toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain... and all this time he's mumbling, mumbling truth-truth like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold." The kids laugh, Todd looks at them in fear. "Forget then forget them! Think about that blanket! Tell me about that blanket!" Mr Keating encourages him to keep talking. Todd closes his eyes and continues. "Y-y-you kick it! Tug it! It'll never be enough! Beat it! Pull it! It'll never cover any of us! F-from the moment we enter crying... t-to the moment we lay dying, it'll only cover your face! As you wail and cry and scream..." His voice calms and he opens his eyes. I am in awe by what he had just done. The class claps and cheers. Mr Keating walks over to Todd. "Don't you forget this."