chapter 2

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Just 15 minutes I will be called on stage I have a strong fear building up inside me as I await my calling. I grab my inhaler and press it two times just to be sure I got it right. As I got done I felt a slight tap on the shoulder and turned around. There was Ben sitting there with a big smile on his face and his arms open wide. I was so glad to see him. His eyes glowing that bright green color in his eyes and his thick brown hair cut just right. I gave him a hug and then his phone rang.

He answered it and then looked over at me. He looked kinda sad and said, I got to go sorry that was Jane, but I'll see you out there. I smiled and waved to him letting him know I would be OK. Eh... the thought of Jane made me sick. She is a bossy kind of girlfriend who gets all worked up when Ben talks to another person. Her hair is like fire and her eyes like the ocean but she has an over protective attitude all the time. I was out of her league by far... I could never fit into her group.

After my brief moment of grief was over I was called to the stage. I walked out slowly. It felt like every muscle in my body was tightening up as I continues to go on stage. The crowed was huge. Somehow I ,managed to find my parents in the middle of it. The play began and my partner rick( romeo) began to speak, this is a play written by sir William Shakespeare I will be playing as romeo. He looked over at me so I could say my line. I was about to speak but I felt a pain in my head. The room started to spin and my legs begun to give out on me.

Rick came and caught me as I was falling to the stage. I felt a sharp pain going through my head. It was like needles were flying through the air. I heard my father yelling out my name but I couldn't talk to him no matter how hard I tried. I couldn't breath I needed my inhaler but it was back stage. I fought for breath but couldn't get any. Rick held me there in his arms when my feather came and took me. I saw him for a second then I saw my mother. My father was yelling, ''Mary....Mary honey stay with me!'' I tried hard but I felt myself drifting away from reality and I closed my eyes.

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