Breaking The Ice

Guess Who

(A/N) Sorry for the late update, I couldn't get hold of the iPad. Plus I'm reading Les Miserables which is a good book but seriously hard to understand, and I've got my House of Hades! Yayz! But my goal is to finish this story by this year bcuz I will have to limit my time writing stories next year. Anyway filler chapter, but enjoy and thank you so so much to those who voted and commented :)

P.S. if there is anything you find in this chapter that is racist, I'm not making fun of anybody, it's just a story and I strongly oppose racism.

Chapter 11

I really liked Mr Arrington, I do. Drama class is one of the more interesting subjects in school but he was boring everyone, droning on about the play, Hamlet, that we were suppose to do. Half of the class has already fallen asleep. Thank god for Zachary Banks who just entered the hall, his forehead was covered with red. It looked quite grotesque with the pinkish colour surrounded by the different shades of red with a touch of dark brown.

Now, anyone who was new to Westlane Academy would have freaked out and rushed to his side. Trust me, when I first came to this school, I thought he rolled down the stairs and badly injured himself. I even called the ambulance. Turned out, it was only excellent artistic skills that made Zachary's "wounds" look so realistic. No one was going to fall for it the second time though, we just sat aside and watched him staggered dramatically to his seat. I did mention Westlane Academy was full of weirdos, didn't I?

'No, Mr Banks, you may not go to the nurse's office. Alright, um...where was I?' Mr Arrington looked at his papers. 'Ah yes, the auditions for the play's characters shall start now. We shall start off with Hamlet, then the ghost of Hamlet's father, King Claudius, Queen Gertrude, Polonius, Laertes, Bernardo, Horatio and so on and so forth. Whomever wish to partake in these roles, please sign your name on the list and take your scripts from here,' he said, gesturing to his desk before the large stage. 'As for the role of Ophelia, the daughter of Polonius, you might have noticed I did not mention her. Well, I decided to give a surprise to the role to add a little more pizazz to the play!'

Right, pizazz...

We nodded in unison. Everyone got off their seats and moved towards Mr Arrington's desk to get their scripts. I remained where I was - Hamlet sounded like a snooze fest and I did not fancy myself up on stage speaking with words like "thou", "thy" and "thee". I was perfectly happy with simple English. I glanced at Daniel who was situated at the back rows looking disinterested too. He never took part in any of the plays. Ever.

'Cue the lights!' Mr Arrington shouted and the hall lights went off and a spotlight shone on the stage. 'First up, as Hamlet, Mr Konrad Wolfe, up you get on that stage.'

A German kid went up the stage, holding his script. After a few lines, Mr Arrington stopped him and yelled, 'Next!' Just as well, Konrad's accent was too thick we couldn't tell if he were reading lines from a play or swearing his pants off.

Rocky Long, a scrawny guy with thick-rimmed glasses stumbled on to the stage. He held his script so close to his eyes his nose was practically poking it. 'S-s-seems, madam! N...nay it is; I kn-kn-know n-n-not "seems".... Tis n-n-' He stuttered so badly until Mr Arrington put a hand up for him to stop.

'Say no more, Mr Long,' he said gravely. 'You are killing me. Next! Mr... Lindy Brand. Class! Did I not make it clear that Hamlet is to be played by a boy? Which young lady wrote this here? I do not tolerate any follies in my class!'

'Sir?' A boy stood up with his hand raised. 'I'm Lindy Brand.' He announced, turning red in the face.

Now it was Mr Arrington's turn to flush. 'Oh, sorry my boy. Lindy, I thought was a girl's name. Forgive me. Well, get up on stage,' he said before quietly muttering under his breath, 'What kind of mother names their son Lindy? Foul! The poor boy must be teased his whole life. The absurdity!'