The Life and Trials of a Teenage Thespian

The Real Chapter One

     Now that we've got introductions out of the way, let's get down to business. Not to defeat the Huns, no. We have a much more difficult challenge. High School. I go to the scenically lovely La-BWAHAHAHAHAHAH. Heh, sorry, couldn't say that with a straight face. I go to the refurbished insane asylum known as Lawton High School in Oklahoma. It was built in 1901 and hasn't been repaired since. Oh, take a look, that's me getting out of the car! Zoom in, zoom in.

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   I get out of my mums car into the light drizzle that has befallen this state for the past three days, ever since April started.

"These may flowers better be goddamn beautiful to make up for the misery that is this month..." I grumble  as I trudge through the school doors and head towards the metal detectors and bag search section. Another day in paradise I think as I shuffle through and grab my bag on the other side, ignoring the faux-happy greeting of the teacher stuck with entrance duty. After putting the various binders, books, notepads, and folders required for my first four classes into my school-mandated clear plastic backpack I make my way to my first class, my mood brightening with every step. I love my drama class, and it's the perfect thing to lift my spirits first thing in the morning.

     I reach the door and perform one of my various dramatic entrances, this time going with a classic jazz-hands bent-knee combo and a ridiculously voiced "Honey, I'm home!" Unfortunately the only person there to witness my  extravaganza is the drama mama herself, Ms. Tate. She politely applauds as she moves out the door to be a hall monitor. I sit and await for someone to show up. It doesn't take long, and Jake walks through the door, looking a tad spacey. He's not one of the stoners at the school, so I deduce that whatever is troubling him will be easily remedied by some music. I flip through my mental record collection and come up with the perfect track. Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. I belt out the opening line and Jake immediately snaps out of his daze tosses back the next with no hesitation. We go back and forth until the song is finished. It's tradition that we swap back and forth like we do, we've done it since we met in sophomore year. I remember his vacancy and decide to broach the subject.

  "Jake what were you smiling about? You only smile when we sing or you're reading books that hormonal females read." I ask with a quip.

 "Ahhh Nicholai. My chum. It seems that someone has stolen something from me." He responds dramatically while somehow managing to be wistful at the same time. I narrow my eyes and stare him down.

 "If you say your heart I will punch you."

 He pauses. 

 "...my-" I punch him in the chest. 

 "Owwwww! My heart!" He cries in mock pain. 

 "Seriously though Jake. Why are you so happy?" He smiles and leans back cockily on his chair with his hands behind his head.

 "I'm in love. With the new girl." 

     I stare at him, most likely looking quite a bit like Roz from Monsters Inc.

 "Odin's beard. You're serious."