//Song was inspired to make this chapter//
As I arrived to Drama class, I notice Blake again. And guess who was right next to him? Chloe! I also noticed Celeste right behind me. She's in the same class with me? Usually, she's in different classes as me. I didn't want to be partners with those people...They've broken me.
"Feather?" I heard a unfamiliar voice. I turned to see a classmate. From Mrs.Ami's Class.
It was her son, Tristen Ami.
I smiled and went right next to him. As the invisible red string broke between Blake and I. "Okay class! Pick your partners and get the script's right in front of you! Our school play will be playing is 'The Daughter of Evil'! We'll be picking the role of the queen and the servent!" The drama teacher said. I picked up the script and saw a note. It said,
'Feather, your gonna be a perfect role of begin the Queen!
I sense a aura of a queen!
-Miss Lana'I was shocked in surprise but read the script. After a few people were done acting. Tristen and I were up. I grabbed his hand and took a deep breath. I still remembered all of the lines and knew how to act.
Me: my dear servent! Who did you see today? Or should I say, meet?
Tristan: your highness, when i was on my way to the next kingdom. I met a beautiful woman. She had green locks of hair. And pretty smile.Me:*grins and whispers* Kill her. Immediately. She must be killed immediately. Also, make sure her country gets what they deserve...*laughs*
I stopped laughing. I felt... Joy. Finally some joy.. I've never felt joy, or happiness for a long time. I came out of the stage, along with Tristan. "You did amazing out there Feather!" He said as he winked at me. I blushed and smiled until I noticed Blake coming towards me, "Feather! You did awesome out there!" I faked a smiled towards him and went off. To my other classes.
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