Finally, I didn't have to suffer Spanish Remedial anymore. I joined the Discussion Club, led by Ms. Franz. She was less annoying in Discussion Club, and Discussion Club was where I met Hiromi, Hanna's cousin. I never talked to Hiromi much in Grade 8, we started talking more in 9th Grade.
Ms. Franz also organized the 8th Grade play. The play was Helen of Troy, and just like 7th Grade, I got the lead. I was Paris, brave prince of Troy and lover of the female lead, Helen. Helen was played by Silica. Achilles was played by Mason, and this time Roland didn't get all the attention - he played Ajax. I got all the attention, I even won Best Actor in the Prize Distribution. The girl playing Apollo (the boys weren't good at acting, so Franz had to have girls playing boys) was Ashley.
Ashley totally effed up her role. It was actually a comedic take of Helen of Troy, and in one part Ashley had to call Zeus (played by Miley), and Ashley just FORGOT her lines for some reason. Because of that, the whole play got flipped to Zeus beginning the war when it was supposed to be Apollo. Ashley even forgot her lines when talking to Paris' sister Cassandra (played by Selena). Then in the part where Paris kills Achilles (played by Mason), she messed up the worst.
She was supposed to bring my bow and arrow onto the stage, the one I use to kill Achilles. Basically what I was supposed to do is, comedically close my eyes and let the arrow drop to my feet. Then, Apollo was supposed to pick up the arrow and hit Achilles and Apollo would then be accused of cheating.
She forgot to come outside. Yes, ladies and gentlemen. She's a brilliant actress. I believe she won an Oscar! When she finally came out, guess what? Her hands were empty. She did the most effing funny thing ever and dragged an invisible arrow and said "dah" when she pretended to hit Mason's heel.
Well anyway, people liked my performance so that's all that mattered. To this day I wish I improvised at that point and said something like "Kiss my butt, Achilles! You can never defeat me! Wait...I forgot my weapon. Umm...one second please.", and then I leave the stage as the audience laughs, get the bow and arrow, silently scream at Ashley and carry on with the play as planned.
Oh well, some things weren't meant to be. And no one really cared since we're just 8th Graders.
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Aaron Drake: Icarus Academy
Teen FictionAaron Drake's family moves a lot, and he's currently in 10th grade in a new school. The best, most dramatic and comedic years of his life were spent in Icarus Academy from 6th Grade to 9th Grade.
