We walk to theatre. It's not really a theatre. It's just a stage at the front of the cafeteria. There are chairs lined up in three rows. I sat in the third row. As soon as I get my notebook out, I see Calvin walking over to me. Oh great.
"Good morning class."
"Good morning Mrs. Porter."
Mrs. Porter has been teaching for a long time, or so she says. For a first impression, she looks about late 20s, maybe early 30s.
"For your first 'project', you and a partner will be creating an improvisational performance. I will give you 2 minutes to get ready so good luck everyone."
As usual, I just made something up. I was almost ready when Calvin asked,"So what are we doing?"
"It's improv. We can do whatever."
"Okay I guess I will find out." God he can be such a dumbass.
"Alright who would like to go first?" asked Mrs.Porter.
Please don't call our names. Please don't call our names. "We would like to go first." Calvin announced.
Shit. He can be such an asshole.
"Okay, show us your improv."
You can probably figure out what happens. We did our improv, we got applause, then we sat back down.
As we took our seats, Calvin said,"You did amazing." And he followed it up with this,"Would you like to go out sometime?"
Whoa. Wait, did he just asked me out?
"Umm, okay, I guess, but one date and we see how it goes. Deal?"
Deal."
Then the bell rings. I grabbed my thing and tried to leave, but Calvin got my arm. "Where to next?"
"I have writing."
"Oh. I have reading."
Yes! No class with Calvin! "Umm I see you when I see you, I guess."
"Yeah. See you later." And now I have to tell "Big Brother" Dylan about this. God. Well, might as well get it over with.
YOU ARE READING
Will you ever know
Roman d'amourAnnabel is a 14 year-old girl with a creative mind of her own. She loves creating stories, especially about people. She is considered different than anyone else, but when a new bad boy comes to her school, and is in the same classes as her, will she...
