Her Life

Her Life (SAMPLE)

Her Life

By. Aaron Long

My name is Amy Stevens and I am in my last year of Drama School. I attend one of New York's most prestigious schools around, which is 'Julliard'. Have you heard of it? I enjoy coming to class each and every day to waste my life away and go over lines I've ran over with myself hundreds of times. I love being in school though because it's like one of the only places around that will ensure I will become something in life. I want to be famous, I want to be stupid famous. You know that kind of famous that makes people want to dismantle you? I've always admired celebrities and living in New York you see a lot of them.

I was doing my daily day dream, that's when I obsess over my future and pray it comes true. I would dream about that kind of man I would marry to what color dress I was going to wear to the Oscars, the one I will be attending in five years. In the midst of me getting in full detail with my dream my teacher Mr. Holloway starts yelling at me. He starts to motion for me to come up to the front of the class. "Am I in trouble?" I said confusedly. He shook his head "no" and that eased my soul.

Once I positioned myself in the only spot in the room that will ensure that people see me, I started to read the lines that were given to me. As I was reciting the lines, Mr. Holloway had this look of frustration on his face. "You're not good" Mr. Holloway yelled. I didn't want to let him get to me so I continued saying the lines. "You're Overdramatic" he continued, and this time he was so angry spit flew with the rest of his words.

I had to get out of that classroom before I was literally too embarrassed to finish up the class. I decided that I needed five minutes to myself before I could handle anymore embarrassment. I ran down the hall, like I was a chubby kid running after a Twinkie. I didn't know why my teacher felt like I was "OVERDRAMATIC" because I was only doing what he told me to do and how he taught me how to be.

I didn't want to give up and go home for the day, so I stood in the halls pacing back and forth coming up with ideas that'll make Mr. Holloway like me again. Then it hits me, my school was having a Blood Drive today benefiting people with blood problems. I decided that I was going to have to be a little overdramatic in order for my teacher and class to see and take me seriously.

I sat in my designated seat that was given to me by a lady named 'Priscilla.' I waited for about five minutes and I knew I couldn't go back now, it was now or never. "Do you have any illnesses?" Priscilla asked. I replied "no" but I really wanted to say "not yet." I wanted to tell her about the plan I had brewing up my sleeve but, I knew this older black lady would slap me for being stupid.

As soon as I was done, I rushed to go find my best friend 'Bethany' so I could tell her my plan. I didn't have time to think whether or not it was a great plan or not. All I was thinking about was getting back at the people that called me "Overdramatic" and "Not good." I got to Bethany's class where she was taking an acting class as well and motioned for her to come my way. As soon as she reached the door she knew instantly I was up to something. I told her my plan and she freaked out, I had to bring her back to earth because I didn't want to draw attention to our conversation.

"Cancer?" Bethany kept asking me. I told her that I was going to start telling people that I have cancer just so they'll start to take me seriously and be nicer towards me. I wanted Bethany to help with my plan because, I knew this way it would be foul proof. Once I was able to get her to see my side, she agreed to help.

We both had to go back to class and I told her that would be the perfect time to get the ball rolling on this. I sprinted back to class as fast as I could so I could get all the sympathy votes in the last five minutes of the class. I sat in my corner ignoring the comments Mr. Holloway said to me and waited patiently by the phone for 'Bethany' to call.