Loves Fate For The Different

Chapter 1

 "Hey! Sorry I'm late!" I pant, trying to catch my breath.

"Naw, it's cool man." Mak says, looking at me.

I'm glad that my face is completely covered by my hair, if it wasn't, she'd see that I'm blushing deeply. I love walking next to Mak but I hate how flustered I get. I shouldn't feel this way about her. She's my best friend in the world, if I screw this up with her, I ain't getting it back. We walk down the stone walkway, our shoes clacking loudly on the stone.

Oh, I guess I never properly introduced myself did I? Sorry. I'm Roxanne but, most people just call me Roxi. I'm a bit taller than the rest of the girls at 5'9" but, that works to my advantage a lot. I have dyed darker blue hair down to my upper thigh. I'm a bit muscular, I mean, I can do a few pull ups both ways. I have, believe it or not, purple eyes. Yes, it's my natural eye color, it's some mix of my genes that causes me to have legit purple eyes. My skin is darker than most, so much so that I look, latino. I don't think I am but, you never know. Most people see me as some kind of emo freakshow but, that's not true. It doesn't really matter to me anyways, the one person I care for knows that I'm not like that and that's all that matters.

We walk all the way down the hallway, down to the drama room. Mak doesn't have a class there, she's got bad stage fright but she likes watching me perform, I love having her in the audience. I like to think that I"m putting on a show for her. I push through one of the wooden double doors and let her through.

When we enter, the whole room just smells like, well, theatre. The sound booth is playing with the lights again so the front part of the theatre is lit up and the back half, where we are, is dimmed, almost blacked out. Our theatre room is like an actual theatre, there's fifteen rows of chairs before a like, four foot gap before the stage. The stage, with the giant lights and black floor. From the stage, all the chairs look like plushy red blurs. When you're off stage, they look like plushy red chairs so, there's not really that much of a difference. The giant red curtain is open for once. I wonder what we're doing today?

We walk down the carpeted walkway towards the stage for a bit, then Mak sits down in one of the seats, almost tripping on the light chord that lights the walkway. I snicker as I continue walking down the walkway until I reach the stage. A strong smell of theatre and make-up catches me by surprise. I walk up the stairs at the front of the stage and work my way through the people to get backstage. I walk up to my theatre friend, Makenzie. Makenzie and I are best friends so, naturally, we rant about a lot together.

"Dude, what's up?"

"Oh, great. You're here. The director wants to see you in her office." She says slightly hurriedly, looking around as if she's the stage manager today.

"Crap, what did I do?" I ask, getting worried.

"I don't know man, but she's mad." she says, pushing me towards the door.

I fall through the doorway to find the director, looking up at me, very upset. I have no idea what I did but, I'm screwed. I'm so totally screwed. I hope she's acting and it's all a ruse. The longer she glares and the longer I have to stand here, the more I start to believe that it's not an act.

Her office is simple. White walls, I think it's like, a pearl or a cream type of white, for those who care about that kind of thing. Her desk is near the back, it's a dark brown and covered in scripts and books. Otherwise, it's pretty bland. It's got a few props in it but, the rest are in the prop room.

"Close the door." she says strictly, not looking up to see who it was.

I close the door, slightly shaking. Our director is normally a great person but, she can be really scary when she's angry. Like, picture a mother, who's a bigger person, and I don't mean fat, I mean like, tall and muscular, who found out that their kid is sending bad pictures. Yeah, that mom, very intimidating, yelling is as scary as our director when she's mad.

"Sit." she says sternly, waving towards one of the two chairs in front of her desk with her pencil, not even looking at me.

"Yes mam'." I say quietly, forcing myself to not run away.

We sat there in awkward silence for a bit, her scribbling stuff down angrily on a clipboard and me, sitting there, feeling stressed. I feel like I'm in a job interview and she's reviewing my resume. You can practically cut the tension in the air with a knife. She finally finishes scribbling stuff down and slams the clipboard down. She stands up, using her hand that had slammed the clipboard down for support.

"How dare you." she yells, slamming her hand into the clip board and leaning forward.

"Ah! What'd I do?" I ask, a bit terrified.

"How dare you do that to me! After all I've done for you!" she screams.

"What did I do?" I ask slightly louder than before, still scared half to death.

A/N: Hey, this is the first thing I'm publishing on Wattpad so, if you could leave honest comments about what you're thinking, that'd be greatly and I mean greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, this is probably going to be a short series.