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Drama Class

I watched as the building flew past me. I sat alone on the loud school bus looking out the window. My teacher was half siting on the aisle seat while I crammed myself up close to the bus wall. I thought of different stories that I could write about in my head when I got snapped of my thoughts from the girl behind me. Her voice was rough and cocky as she said I reminded her of the sad and lonely main character in a story which only looks out windows on foggy, rainy days. 'How specific but yet, so annoying'  I thought to myself not daring to say it out loud. I let out a little hum before focusing on my stories again. Truth was, I felt horrible. I did feel like that main character. Most Wednesdays I felt like that. Every Wednesday we had drama, the dreaded subject for me. It meant getting up the front in front of everyone, loud groups of chatter and people, and worst of all... Mr. Cook. He always picked on me since I never 'engaged enough in classroom activities' which mostly just led to me getting trash talked at every parent-teacher-interview. The chatter of the classroom never either, I hated loud sounds and being in a 7th grade class didn't help either. But then there was also the part where I had to go up the front and have everyone look at me while I had to act. My drama skills were never bad even yet, they were pretty good! But when it came to having to do it in front of people well, that scared me badly.

[A/N sorry it ended weirdly. I didn't really know what else to write. Hope you enjoyed and I'll cya later✌️]