Anything Can Happen

Chapter Eight

Hello friends!! How are you? I hope everything's going well(:

Larry is alive. I don't know what's going on, but it's alive. And I'm enjoying every minute of it (even though I'm dying on the inside)

Here's another update !! I've been able to get these chapters up quicker because of holiday, and I wanted to get you guys all caught up before a long break. Hope you enjoy x

Louis POV

Thank the lord for all that is mighty: it's the weekend.

The first month of the new school year started slow. Apparently, the teacher before me didn't put much effort into teaching the students, and the plays and musicals always sucked. Therefore, when I arrived, the students didn't know any better other than to just sit at the desks and twiddle their thumbs in class.

Gradually, though, they all started to come out of their shells, and by October they were able to perform improv in front of the other students like professionals. Day by day, each class became more and more fun to teach, and I find myself enjoying each performance that they are assigned. Unfortunately, I have to grade those performances, and I know how hard it is the receive a bad grade on these types of assignments, because I know how much effort they are all putting into their scenes. But, I think they appreciate the critique. It's not like I'm a hard grader, and flunk them when they forget a line or two. I simply take off a few percentages, because I want this to be a class that they want to retake, and have fun in! That's the whole point.

I am sat at my desk, my hand hovering over the computer mouse. I have been re-watching last weeks assignment, a duo skit, for nearly an hour, and am nowhere near halfway finished. I don't like grading the performances then and there as their performing, because I feel as though I can't enjoy it if I do. I always have a camera set up, recording bg their skit, and plug the SD card into the computer when it comes time for grading them, like right now.

I exit out of the last video, and mark their final grade down on the rubric. I transfer the now graded paper to the corner of my desk, along with the other ones, and get ready to fill out another one. I'm just about to open another video document, when I suddenly hear my phone ringing. I reach in my back pocket, and look at the caller ID, reading Harry's name. A small smile forms its way onto my lips, and I hit the accept button without any hesitation.

"Hello?" I ask, even though I know who's calling.

"Lou! How was your day?" Harry questions from the other end, and I smile at how the first thing he asks is how my day was. It reminds me of when I would eat dinner with my family growing up, and that would always be the first question my dad asked my mom from across the other end of the table.

"It's been good. Long and exhausting, but overall, good," I laugh, slowly leaning back into my chair. "And yours?"

"Well, I'm at McDonalds, and was wondering if you wanted anything?" He asks, and I practically melt at how sweet it was of him to offer. This is something I could truly never get used to.

"Yes. That'd be great, actually. Mmmmmmm, I'll just have a three piece chicken tender meal," I reply with a smile.

"K. I'll drop it off at your place?"

"I'm actually still at the school. Might be here for a little while longer. Could you drop it by here?" I question, resting my phone in between my shoulder and ear.

"Sure, see you in ten." And with that, the line goes dead. I toss my phone, not literally, of course, onto the right corner of my desk, and continue on with the grading process. It really isn't that bad. Much better than correcting math problems, that's for sure. There is no right or wrong answer, it's a matter of being able to express yourself through character or not.