Broken

Chapter 5

•Alexia's pov•
"Mythera!!" Travis shouts, and runs to her side, picking her up off the ground.
"What happened?" I stare at Mythera's still body.
"I don't know.. we should get her to the nurse.." Travis moves her into his arms and he stands.
"Right." I look towards Laurance, who was already standing. We all headed towards the nurses office. The nurse looks up from a book, 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. She was grinning massively. Well then..
"She passed out." Travis states, ignoring her book. His voice was shaky.
The nurse's grin fades. "Bring her to the cot." She snaps.
Travis' face went blank. "What's a cot..."
I smack the back of his head, "Read a book, dummy!! It's the bed."
Travis nods. "Right.. and I have read a book! Actually, the same book Ms.Nurse has." He winks and lays Mythera on the bed.
The nurse shakes her head, examining Mythera. "You can't even read a name tag." I point to the name tag that read, 'Mrs.Santoriello'.
"Yeah, yeah." Travis rolls his eyes and looks towards the nurse. "Sooo.. is she okay?" His face went serious.
"She seems famished.. have you seen her eat a thing?" The nurse glances towards us, taking Mythera's pulse.
Laurance shakes his head. "Celery.. that's about it."
Travis' mouth drops. "No.. she had to have eaten something.. I mean.." He began panicking.
Mythera's eyes open slowly, falling on Travis standing in front of her. He looks furious, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, MYTHERA?! WHY THE FUCK HAVE YOU NOT BEEN EATING!"
"Way to be tactful," Laurance snort.
"I have been eating," Mythera mumble blearily.
"Fucking celery does not count!" Travis snaps.
"Myth..." I murmur, "just eat something, please."
     Just then, Isaac Simons strolls into the nurses office.
     "Hey, Jill," he greets the nurse by her first name and gave a nod to the rest of us as he went to check his blood sugar.
     "Hello, Isaac," she smiles before turning back to Mythera, "you do need to eat something, sweetheart."
     "She can have one of my donuts," Isaac offers, flashing a smile, "made them myself."
     I raise an eyebrow, "You make donuts?"
    "Never met someone who didn't like 'em," he smirks.
     "They are quite good," Mrs. Santoriello smiles.
     "Yeah," Isaac laughs, "everyone loves my donuts."
    "That's not disturbing.." Mythera murmurs. "I'm not hungry."
    "Mythera, you better fucking eat that donut, or so help me I'll feed it to you!!" Travis orders, "I'm going to watch you eat that entire donut, so I can say 'you ate it'."
     "Oh yeah," Isaac chuckles, "you'll eat it and like it. That's what everyone does."
     The nurse grins, "I ate it."
     "But there's so much frosting..." Mythera whines.
      "That's the best part!" Isaac laughs, "the more frosting the better!"
      "Just eat it, Myth," I beg.
      Mythera takes a deep breath and holds out her hand for the donut. "Fine."
    Isaac reaches into his bag, pulling out a ziploc filled with donuts of all shades and colors. He pulls out a random white frosted donut, placing it in Mythera's hand. "Enjoy." I wince as he pricks his finger and tests his blood sugar. Then he makes a peace sign and saunters out of the office.
      "Eat it all," Travis reminds, "what's Brendan going to say?"
     "Well just don't tell him!" Myth protests. "He doesn't technically have to know."
      "Yes he does." Travis scowls. "He's your brother, he cares about you."
   Just then an announcement came on, "Good afternoon ladies and gentleman, I know you were all very excited for this years musical, however Ms. Rachel Pensly has alerted us that Grease is not appropriate for students. Apparently highschool students can't handle Rama lama lamas or changitty chang shabops."
    "Awe damn," Travis mutters, "your cousin cancelled the musical!"
    "Don't blame me," I frown, "Rachel probably just worried she wouldn't be Sandy."
     The voice changes to a deep dramatic  narration, "Citizens of the  new republic of France! We present to you a play: A Tale of Two Cities!"
     "Tale of Two Cities?" Mythera questions.
      "Our new musical will be A Tale of Two Cities, based on the Charles Dickens novel. We will post information about auditions, and a list of role outside the choir room."
     "That's a musical?" Travis asks, dumbfounded.
      "Oh yes," Mrs. Santoriello smiles, "it's one of my favorites."
      "Well, it's not Grease," Travis sighs, "but are we still gonna audition, Myth?"
      "Duh," Mythera replies, "can't let Rachel get the lead."
      "I'm sorry, Mythera," Mrs. Santoriello frowns softly, "I'm afraid you're too weak for a big role. You can't be singing until you get your strength back."
    "So I can't audition?!" I can see how upset Mythera is. I know how important the plays are to her.
    Mrs. Santoriello must see it too because she offers a small smile, "I can talk to Mr. Jenson about giving you a smaller role if you like."
    "I guess," she agrees, "thank you."
    "I guess the lead goes to Rachel then," Laurance sighs, "whatever that is."
    "No!" Mythera exclaims, turning to me, "Alexia! You need to try out!"
    "I don't know..." I mutter, shaking my head.
     "Come on, Lex!" She begs, "don't let you bitch cousin get the lead!"
      "I don't think there's much I can do to stop that," I grumble, "but I'll try out. Just 'cause you want me to."
    "If you're all trying out," Laurance says, "I guess I will to."
    "Oh it is on!" Travis smirks, "sorry, Bro, but this is your first show. Whatever the male lead is, it's mine. I was Romeo last year, so I'm sure I'll get the lead now."
     "Don't get too cocky," I warn, "we all know you only did so good because when you had your callback, you had to read a love scene with Myth."
    "Please!" He retorts, "its sheer talent. The fact that it meant sharing the stage with some hot chick was just an added bonus."
    "I need to help you with a monologue!" Myth exclaims, "and an audition song. I have plenty. Lex, you'll do great!"
    "Okay," I smile, "I mean, I'll try my best."
     "I'm sure you'll all do amazing," Mrs. Santoriello promises, "just you wait."
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Credit to Kay_Ro for character, Isaac Simons!