Ebony's Journey, Macarevhic's Story

Ebony

"Okay class," Mr. Lester starts and the class quiet down. I like his class, English Lit. It's not that bad. "I've decide to not give you an exam. Instead I've decide to give you a writing project. You must past this project to pass my class. You are required to write an essay; about the time you've gotten passed a rough time in your life." he say the class groans.

This should be easy for me; my life is nothing but a rough time. Two months of school left, and I'm caught up finally. "Drita has been acting a little weird. She's moodier, she's wearing long sleeves. I think she's getting the same treatment Arod gave me. I look at her and she's not even laughing with her friends. She has stopped picking with me. I wonder if I should talk to her, let bygones be bygones.

Then I remember how I blew up at everybody every time somebody asked about him. I don't think I should getting the middle of that. It's not my business. I look over at Macarevhic and he's taking notes. He looks up and glance over to where I'm sitting.

Our eyes meet and I give him a smile. He gives me a little wave. After school I walk to Macarevhic's car. "Macarevhic I can catch the bus home. I got something to take care of." Macarevhic is used to my mood swings, but he deserves better so much better. I don't know how he still loves me.

I don't know why he does. "Okay good call me later." He kisses me on the lips, and I still get the same weak in the knee feeling. I feel the same happy relaxed calm feeling every time. When I become a better person I could finally love him the way he deserves to be loved. I love him Macarevhic so much, but I can't get myself to express that to him. When I think about my future I see him and me together. I see us being happy.

I'm stopping by the school's theater, today they are having auditions for a play, called "The Last Stop To Hollywood." Well, it's also a musical. I've been excited for the auditions all week. I auditioning for Bells May. A singer from the 1940's. Ruth gave me an idea to sing an Dionne Warwick classic song. I hope it makes me stand out from everybody else.

I walk into the theater, in my opinion it's the nicest part of this school. I take a seat in one of the chairs. I look around, it's a good bit of people are trying out. I hope my voice is good enough. I've always been told I have a good voice, mama even got me some voice lessons when I was younger.

I haven't sung in a long time, and I want to again. I've been told I sound like Anita Baker, and hit high notes like Aaliyah. "Okay, I will call you each up to the stage one at a time, and you will sing a song. I will let everyone know who made the cut and who didn't at the end of auditions."

Mrs. Clark explains. She's very colorful. Mrs. Clark is in her late forties, and she wears this purple wig, and heavy makeup. She was in ton of plays in her younger days. She is going to announce who made the cut today. That makes me even more nervous.

Three people go ahead of me. I freaking out I just want to get this over with. "Ebony." Mrs. Clark calls. I get up from my seat and I nervously walk onto the stage. I hand the pianist my sheet music.

I hope this work. He starts to play and I close my eyes and say a quick prayer. I open my eyes and I start to sing. "If you see me down the street and I start to cry each time we meet, walk on by, walk on by. Make me believe that you don't see the tears. Just let me grieve in private 'cause each time I see you I break down and cry, I cry." After I'm done, I walk off of the stage. I feel a lot of people staring at me. Had I sound that bad? A few more people audition, and its time for the announcement of the roles. I say another quick prayer. "The part of Bells May, will go to Ebony." I let out a shock breathe. I hadn't even realized I was holding me breath. I'm so excited! I got the part.