Ivory Towers

Rock the White Rock

My next class was drama. I was very excited. I get to do a real acting with Charlie Rowe. I couldn't handle it anymore.

I walked down the hall and entered the drama room. It was a large theatre-like area with seats on oneside and large black curtains pulled back to reveal costume storage and props. There was a huge wooden stage in the middle. Students were seated in the seats so I walked over and sat down.

The whistle again and "Callie!" was yelled out. I looked behind me and Charlie was waving me up to him. He was alone too. Well, not anymore.

"Are you anxious?" Charlie leaned towards me and asked. I nodded. Then class began.

An old woman and a young man walked up to the stage.

The man spoke first. "Good afternoon class! My name is Mr. Jameson and this is my lovely mother Ms. Garcia." We are your drama teachers for this year. First I want to get to know everyone. So please stand up and introduce yourselves. Okay? Now go."

"Also tell us about your performing experiences." Said Ms. Garcia.

Everyone stood up, said their stuff and all that jazz. It was Charlie's turn and he listed his entire filmography.

"Hello. My name is Callie and I've been in different pantomimes and dance recitals."

"Where did you perform dear?" Ms. Garcia asks me.

"Oh, down at the White Rock Theatre in Hastings."

Charlie and Mr. Jameson both say that they saw a show there. They saw Dick Whittington and I was given a pat on the back when I said that I was a dancer in the show.

We finished introducing ourselves and then class let out.

Charlie offered to ride the bus back home with me so we say there together among the crackheads, speaking to each other in our own little bubble.

Hey people. Sorry for this sucking crap. I'll try to update better. If you are a writer too you understand what it is like when you have absolutely no motivation. So anyway I wrote a chapter for my friend Kate's Robbie Kay fanfic called "Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop" the chapter will be up sometime tomorrow and I highly suggest you read her fanfic. Okay? Okay. Bye. (Sorry for the feels.)

LOVE INDIE FLOWER.