What if the seven dwarfs never really existed and were just branches of Snow White's personality? Happy for the good days, Grumpy for the bad, Sneezy when under the weather and Bashful around that special someone. What if every time you looked into...
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"A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves." Mr. Todd began, once everyone had taken their seats.
"A question mark walks into a bar?" He asked. Riley started giggling (typical Riley) and Mr. Todd looked pleased.
"Two quotation marks "walk into" a bar,"he continued, drawing quotation marks in the air.
"A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to drink." A round of chuckles erupted within the room.
"The bar was walked into by a passive voice." Okay, that one cracked me up.
"Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. Thy drink. They leave,"Mr. Todd finished, and the class gave him a round of applause.
So yes, I think we can all agree upon the fact that Mr. Todd is the best teacher to have ever taught in my school. Other than Ms. Violet, of course. Those two were a tie. In fact, they were so equally amazing that everyone shipped them.
"Okay, now that your.... highly informative lesson on punctuation-and drinking, might I add-is over, may we come in?"Ms. Violet asked, standing at the doorway with her hands on her hips and a teasing smile on her lips. Hey, that rhymed!
Mr. Todd chuckled. "You've got to admit, Violet. My classes are the best." Ms. Violet raised her eyebrows, her eyes challenging him. Slowly, a group trickled into the class, standing awkwardly behind Ms. Violet. She told everyone to move the desks aside and arrange the chairs in a circle. Grabbing the extra chairs from the back, she and Mr. Todd set to work alongside us, simultaneously trying to maintain law and order.
I found myself seated next to Draven Hall, lead in almost every school production. I'd heard rumours about how most girls only took theatre to be around him. I didn't get what the big deal about him was. So yes, he looked fantastic. And yes, he had the most beautiful, mysterious eyes I had ever seen. And also yes, he was future Broadway material. But somehow I still didn't get how people could fall for him just for all that. You really needed to know someone's depth and little antics to fall for them, not just what was outside.
"Do you have any idea what's going on?"Will asked me, appearing by my side. I smiled to myself, overjoyed that he preferred my company over anyone else's. I shook my head. "I think these are the theatre kids,"Will muttered, and I nodded back.
"Yes, these are the theatre kids,"Ms. Violet said, answering Will's question. He blushed, ever so slightly because she'd heard him.
Okay, I've got to admit- he's the cutest little ball of sunshine.
"As you are all aware, the theatre club puts up a production of a much-loved classic at the end of every year,"Ms. Violet began, and she and Mr. Todd shared a smile. Riley threw me a look that suggested she was having a mini-heart attack over how much she shipped them. I threw a similar look back, praying neither of them caught it.
"This year, however, we want to change things up a bit,"Mr. Todd continued, looking each of us in turn for dramatic effect.
"Todd claims that your batch is the best English class he's ever taught,"Ms. Violet said, then muttered something under her breath about how that's what he says about every class he teaches.
"So we want you to be in charge of the script,"Mr. Todd finished, with a satisfied smile.
"And help us put up the best production the school has ever had!" Ms. Violet says brightly, obviously wanting the dramatic ending for herself. Mr. Todd glared at her, and she smiled sarcastically. May your soul rest in peace, Riley.
Mr. "I'm the best actor in the world" rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "You can't possibly ask this bunch of amateurs to write the script,"he said, looking pointedly at Andrew. I had the sudden urge to burst out laughing, but I knew whose side I had to be on.
"Draven,"Ms. Violet warned, but he made no effort to listen to her.
"You of all people should know how important the annual plays are to us,"Draven continued, gesturing to the drama kids. One girl ogled at him, dreamily, not even trying to pretend that she was interested in drama. He wasn't really fooling anyone.
"And this is going to make it even better,"Mr. Todd chimed in encouragingly. A few people from the English class groaned in support of Draven.
"A whole script?"Thea asked, frustratedly.
"We don't even have that much time!"Will jumped in, and I glared at him. What was wrong with these people? Writing was fun!
"See?!" Draven exclaimed. Ms. Violet and Mr. Todd shook their heads in unison. "It's decided,"Ms. Violet said.
"Too late!" Mr. Todd piped up. I grinned, and Draven threw me a disgusted look. Jeez, what was it with him?
"Todd and I are holding auditions as soon as the script is ready,"she paused, looking me in the eye. "And that means I want you starting now."
Was it just me or did the Ms. Violet look me in the eye? Did she know that I liked to write? If so, how? Did Mr. Todd really think I was worthy of this?
Everyone scrambled to their feet, picked up their books and headed for their next classes. All I could think about for the rest of the day was the script and how I had to impress Draven.
That one was one tough cookie and somehow, I was going to get through to him.
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A/N Sorry for the short chapter!
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