"So we're gonna play Shakespeare this year!"
She was a woman in middle age. Long hair, brown, now with a tone of grey. She wore a pair of hippie-jeans and a knitted polover, dispite the fact the school year just started and it was like 1000 degrees inside of the drama club room.
I didn't quite remember why I signed up for this. It fitted into my schedule and I didn't want to do sports or band, so I got into the room with the soft lilac walls in it, and improvisatie stage and no chairs. We were all sitting on the floor, staring at Ms Jenkins. Well at least I thought we were. In fact it was just me, who was staring at the drama teacher.
"Deny thy father and refuse thy name..." the girl next to me started to qoute Juliet. So I started staring at her.
"Yeah, let's make this an up to date version!", Luke said. Now I wasn't sure anymore who I was supposed to stare at.
