Meg has gone to Lydia Newts Academy for Girls for a few years now. She's made some great friends here and at Denis Twyla Academy for Boys across the road, but she still always seems to have something to complain about. Her therapist recommended re...
I refreshed my email for the umpteenth time as I walked out of History class. Nothing. I locked my phone again, but immediately felt a vibration: a notification! I opened it back up hoping it was an email—the cast list—but no. It was a text. I was disappointed, but then I saw it was from Merida.
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Oh bless. I need some action, and Merida's cool. She should be able to help me take my mind off this: especially if Aurora ends up being cast as Titania, like I've been having dreams about.
Last night, I dreamt I was just in the fairy ensemble, and I was forced to watch every night as Aurora delivered Titania's lines incorrectly. I can't get the costume design out of my head, either. It was this beautiful silver, medieval inspired dress, with a crown of flowers and crystals, and sparkling wings, and the stage lights hit Aurora in just the right way... I know she doesn't want this role as much as I want this role, so it's ludicrous that I see her—
Buzz buzz
My phone! I quickly pull it out of the pocket of my jeans—and it's a text. This time, it's from Violet. Wait, it says "Check your email!"?
I go to refresh my email once again, and I immediately cling to the back of the lockers, my free hand covering my mouth. There's a new email in my inbox: "Midsummer Cast Announcement". I stop breathing, simultaneously expecting the worst and best news. I open the email, ready to finally know if my hard work has paid off.
