Fairytale?

Chapter 14- Scarcity Of Warmth

And the song of the lark in the whin;
There's the flag and the green, with the bunkers between-
Now will you be over or in?
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Bonnie couldn't stop laughing.

Sanya wanted to throw her script at her, "Oh, shut up, Bonita."

"That's-" laugh "not-" laugh "my- name!"

"It's not my fault that you don't have a full name." She glowered. "How is Bonnie your actual name? It should be the short of something- like Lucy for Lucille."

Bonnie's laughter subsided suddenly, and she pulled herself straight- she had been laughing so much, she'd lain down on the row of seats in the school's auditorium.
"Well, it is my full name." She said, rather brusquely. "Call me by it, please. You don't see me calling you Sanyavieve or something, do you?"

"Fair enough." She shrugged, before scowling down at herself. "I can't believe they expect me to wear this."

"At least it's not a Santa Claus costume." Bonnie said, trying to find the brighter side of Sanya having to wear a halo and a suit. "I mean, I heard the Drama Club discuss that, because Sanya is spelled so similar to Santa."

Sanya looked ill.
"Yeah, definitely better than that."
It wasn't that she hated the outfit, per se- but she had never worn something like that. She had worn it at a rehearsal the previous day, waistcoat and all, and she'd looked like Whatshisname Churchill.
Oh, Heavens, what if that was what the Drama Club were trying to go for?
And how did a halo tie into it? How?
From tiaras and crowns made of precious stones and metal to a halo made of plastic and paper.
How royalty fell.
"I don't know why I can't just wear the school uniform. I'll only be on stage for five seconds at the end, when everyone takes a bow-" not the same as the bows done before royalty, "this is fucked."

"I think you need to tone down your use of that word, or you'll be forced to be narrator for every year you're here." Bonnie advised- which, honestly, would be quite funny.
But she wouldn't be here to see it, since it was her last year. It was a terrifying thought that, this time next year, she would most likely be in university.

Sanya made a face, "Blech. I'd really rather die."
The reading had been fine- fun, even- but being told how to do things and intone and change inflections by the Drama Club? Not fine at all. She hated being told what to do.
"Why are you here, anyway?" She sat down as well- the scene being rehearsed at the moment didn't need the narrator. "Don't you have exams to study for?"

"So do you." The girl retorted. "The whole school does."

"Yeah, which I don't understand, because they're not usually at the beginning of December."
Oh, it was Ed and she's anniversary- of the first wedding- again in two days!
She didn't even have a gift for him this time.
"I'm fine if I fail, though. My grandmother will just bribe the school."

"How nice it must be to have that safety net." She said dryly. "Yours and Mina's wealth bothers me."

"Your father drives a Cadillac."

"Yes, and it's almost as old as I am." It was a running joke in the family, that she was the eldest child, the Cadillac was the middle child, and Alfie was the youngest. "My family has connections, not money."

"I don't like talking about this stuff." She made another face, and was surprised at how easy it was to say that.
With Edmund, she had to subtly change the topic of conversation- she always felt like she couldn't say 'I don't want to talk about this', because she was sure he would be all 'it's alright, you can talk to me'- and that wasn't what she wanted.
She just wanted him to say 'fine, let's talk about opening a bookshop, then.'
"Let's go back to the hot springs. Where exactly are they?"