Our Chance at Love

Welcome to Drama

"August 10th, 2015.
Hi friend. It's been about two days since I wrote in you last. I've been good. Schools OK I guess. I signed up for drama club for my mom.."


"All new and old Drama Club members meet up in the auditorium-or theatre as we call it- after lunch C. Thank you and see you guys soon." The intercom sounded. It was the second week of school since summer and drama club is just starting back up again this year. Each year three plays are performed for that entire school year, most schools only do one per year, but not here at Hibbing High School. Our quota is to have the best performed plays, and the most we can do. Sure, some schools do more, but we-as the school says- "do the best". I honestly never liked theatre much, well, I enjoyed watching skits being performed, but I was never a person to be on stage. I hate being noticed, I hate being the center of a whole crowds attention. I hate the thoughts of everyone staring at me with their beety eyes. But this is my senior year, my mom wants to see me graduate of course, but most importantly she wants to see me in a performance. When she was little, she was always on stage singing and dancing, being a star and she wanted to see me be a star-even though I was already hers-. Staring down at my journal I continued to write.


"I want to make my moms wish come true. I really do. I love her and I want to grant that wish before she passes away. You see, my mom has brain cancer. She can die at anytime, and it scares me beyond words can say. She told me two weeks before school started that she was diagnosed with brain cancer, then she asked me if I could perform in a musical or play before she, you know, dies. I have my first meeting for drama soon, In about thirty minutes. Wish me luck, friend."

I stop writing and pulled the elastic band over my journal to close it tight. I tucked it safely into the bottom of my shoulder bag that I always carried around with me and stood up from my lunch table, carrying my scraps to the rubbish. Lunch block C just began, and I have Latin right now. One of my favorite classes. I'm fluent in Japanese and Spanish, and I struggle in Chinese. I took Spanish freshman year all four terms, and took it four two terms in my sophomore year, then took Japanese for the last two terms and then all four terms of my junior year, and on my own time, I study Chinese, I really want to master almost all the languages and with doing Latin, that should make my goal easier to achieve. For senior year I will take Latin all year. I enjoy the language.
Going to my locker, I fished out my Latin notes and my small paperback textbook that read "Learning Latin for Beginners". So cliche, right? I stuffed the books into my satchel and traveled towards my class before the bell could ring ans signal people are late.

Today's class was boring, all we did was talk about the history of Latin. I of course, already knew most the stuff the teacher was teaching us. I do my studying. But everyone else in the class looked bored out of their minds, well, except for the girl in the front of the class that keeps asking questions and jotting notes down. Being the one that never is noticed, and that's always quiet, I happen to notice most stuff that goes on. Like right now, two students are secretly holding hands, she has her hand behind her as he has in front of himself, or my one friend Vince who is texting on his phone, which happens to be on his lap. Yeah, I noticed a lot more than the teachers do. But I never say anything, I never have and I don't plan too.

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The ring of the warning bell rung brought me from my thoughts. My stuff was already put away in my satchel, so I stood up meeting Vince outside of the classroom. We walked to our lockers, which were beside one another. "Dude, I can't believe you joined drama. Like I mean, not in a bad way. But never in a million years would I have ever thought you would've joined." This is Vince, Vince Hathaway. My guy best friend. We've known each other since freshmen year and he's like a brother to me. Shaggy dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and a strong jawline. He's quite structured. Very fit and muscular. He happens to be on the football team, and the baseball team, and the soccer team, and I think basketball, wait never mind. He hates basketball. But you get my point. "Yeah, mom asked me to, and you know why." He sighed, "yeah, I do. When I found out, I'm pretty sure I cried. When do you plan to tell Harmony?" "I'm not sure. Probably when she comes back to school. She's still on vacation with her family. The school knows she'll be out until around next week. So once she get's settled back into school, we can tell her."

"That seems like a good idea." Me and Vince parted ways. He had pre-calculus, and I had the Drama Club meet up. Walking into the room that was specially built into the school for our drama club, I was met by a chorus of voices singing a melodic tune. It was really good. I stood by the door unnoticed and listened. It wasn't really music I liked to listen to, but these students voices were good.

//"Just keep your eyes on me
I said you're holding back
She said shut up and dance with me
This woman is my destiny
She said oh oh oh
Shut up and dance with me

A backless dress and some beat up sneaks
My discotheque Juliet teenage dre-"//

The voices quite when the one male that I had met when I signed up, noticed me. "Oh my gosh! Jordan! You came! Come on in, join us. We were waiting for everyone to come. And since you're here, now we only have to wait on Samantha." I took slow steps towards Luke. Once I got close to him he swung an arm around my shoulder in a friendly manner and said, "Welcome to Drama! We have cookies!"