I Rented A Pop☆Star

❦ : Little Red and her Wolf

 ❤Raissa POV❤

Since when can wolves talk? Wait. That was stupid. It's a fairytale. For all we care, a potato could talk and we wouldn't question it.

"Please write down a poem using the 'roses are red' sentence as your first line."

I glared at the paper. Stupid poems. Why would I even write poems?! Seriously, Shakespeare wrote like, five hundred pages worth of this kind of stuff, and this was all he was trying to say:

You're pretty. Real pretty. You wanna get married and have babies?

Okay, maybe not the last part, but he implied it. Anyway, it's stupid! Why the heck should I write poems for my non- existent boyfriend?! I could just send a text message reading '<3' and that would get the point across! No need to write an essay describing the persons eyes or nose or hair or whatever stupid body part you can think of.

"Raissa, are you done?" My music writing teacher asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Uh...."

"Great, why don't you go first?"

"I really don't think-"

"READ. IT."

Well, since you asked nicely.

I looked at my paper, and back up at the teacher.

"Uh.... Do you really want me to read it? I don't think it would be the best idea because-"

"READ IT!"

Okay, but I warned you.

"Roses are red

That much is true

Violets are purple

NOT FRICKIN BLUE!

I don't get why we're writing stupid poems.

And Charlotte your dad booked you a trip to Hoboken."

"He did?!" Charlotte squealed, clapping her hands. "I can finally go meet.... Whoever it is in Hoboken I'm supposed to be meeting!"

Typical Charlotte. Going somewhere without knowing why. She once went to Antartica for no reason and got in trouble for trying to smuggle a penguin back with her. She sometimes doesn't think but when she does, she's a genius. It's kinda creepy sometimes...

I nodded in her direction and looked up at the teacher, who was giving me a 'WTF' look. Meh, oh well.

The bell rang and I stood up, walking to my next class- singing and acting. I hate acting. Why couldn't they have just made them two separate classes?! I mean, yeah, some students want to sing and act at the same time, but you don't see people singing putting on a drama at the same time!

Unless it's, you know, an opera or something. Or a musical.

Stupid acting. Can't do it to save my life. And I have it frickin second period. Ugh.

"Today, we will do improve based on a story you guys will create!" My teacher said excitedly as we entered the room.

Hate it. Hate it. Fourty five minutes of acting stupid. Yay me.

My singing teacher- I know, two teachers in one room. It's a rich school, couldn't you have given them two separate rooms?!- came in and smiled sweetly at us before shoving the acting teacher out of the way.

The acting teacher glared and tried shoving her back, but my singing teacher chucked a microphone at the acting teacher and knocked her out.

Yeah, they totally get along. Sarcasm. Seriously, this school is messed up at times. Getting two teachers who hate each others guts to teach in the same class?! Seriously, what was the school board thinking?! Actually, come to think of it, I really don't think they think a lot...