The Fan

Chapter 22

I woke up the next day with what can only be described as a sugar hangover. We'd had so much ice cream, so many sodas, that it made my head ache and my hands shake, even the morning after. I untangled myself from the mess of bodies on the floor and stood, needing to actually get up and get ready for school, seeing as how I'd skipped the day before.

I got myself ready as quickly as possible, wanting to leave early and get some study time at the library. I was dressed simply in my uniform, a BTS hoodie I had found on the ground near my bed covering most of my body. It was huge and black, and I loved it, despite not knowing who the owner was. :)

Leaving a note on the fridge, I jogged over to the garage and entered, ready to hop in my baby and just cruise. Alas, I had school, so I picked up the pace and left, driving away. I knew Tyler, and I also knew that he would want to skip, again, simply for the fact that he would want to spend as much time as he could with one MiN mIn YoOnGleS. 

Heh, that's gay.

I drove to school quickly, then studied quickly, and then went about my day quickly. I needed the day to end, I had things to do, people to see. Yes, I wanted the knowledge, but I had mostly just electives that day, and I really wanted to go home, despite my usual love for school. 

"Aidyn, are you listening?" Mrs Castañon said, waving her hand in front of my face. My eyes widened, and I nodded. "I said, why don't you get up there and show us your monologue, the one you did last year? I want the freshmen to see." It was a freshman theatre class, but I was the TA, as well as a member of the theatre group at our school for over six years. 

Yeah, I like theatre, okay. So what? 

I stood from my seat, going to the front of the class. "May I have a volunteer?"I called. About six hands went up, but one of them looked hesitant. I saw her friends groan and roll their eyes, trying to get her not to raise her hand. "Um, yes, you. In the back with the snarky friends." I called on her anyway.

"Okay, so here's what I need you to do. This is the monologue from Good Will Hunting, so I need you to sit across form me in that chair there, and we're gonna be playing chess. You don't have lines, you just gotta sit up there, okay?" I said, setting up for the scene.

"Um, excuse me. Isn't it just supposed to be you up there during a monologue?" One of the snobby friends from earlier said, her voice as high pitched and whiny as I had imagined.

"Actually, it's very good to practice with someone there, it makes it feel more real. You get better emotions out of it, and it adds some quality to your performance. Besides, I wouldn't be doing this if Mrs Castañon didn't tell me to." I said, sitting down in my designated chair.

"It's true. She won first place at All-State last year for this exact performance. Perhaps you should take notes, Marcy." Mrs Castañon said, her sassy side emerging. She really only got like that with students she absolutely hated, so it was nice to know that Marcy was one of those students. I didn't like her either. Too much attitude for a freshman. 

I performed my monologue, leaving Mrs Castañon in tears, as usual. I never could seem to find one that didn't make her cry. Yeah, there was a shit ton of cursing in that scene, but she let me keep most of the words, saying something about "The integrity of the performance," and how i was, "Mature enough to handle the responsibility," or whatever. She's a crazy old kook, but I love her. 

She had been my theatre teacher for over six years, when I first went to the school in seventh grade. I went somewhere else for sixth, but it wasn't as good of a school, so when I got in here for seventh, my mother was overjoyed, and forced me to go, despite having promised me in the past that she would never force to go to a school that required a uniform, as she had to wear one from kinder to twelfth grade.