Chapter 10

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This was torture. I can't act for shit and i pretty much challenged a professional actor at what he does best. The only reason I'm even the best actor in this stupid drama class is because no one else tries. But,  I wasn't gonna let Dante know that.

"This is the dumbest sene i've ever read in my life," I said looking at the short script.

"You just don't know how to make it better."

"Excuse me?" I looked at him in disbelief.

"Your just not letting the sene rise to its full potential. You gotta make this love story believable." He said.

"How am I supposed to make me falling in love with you while we're stranded on an island after a ship reck and us being the only two people alive believable?" I said blankly.

"Figure it out," He smiled at me.

"I hate you."

"Well not in the scriiiipt!" He sang in an annoying tune. "Now come on because we only have 15 minutes to go over our lines,"

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Once the 15 minutes were up the class gathered around in a circle so everyone could watch as people acted out the sene Mrs. Evens assigned them. I PRAYED that the bell would go off before Dante and I had to go. Our sene is so cringe I actually wanna die.

i heard clapping and snapped out of my thoughts.

"Dante and (Y/N), your up next!" Mrs. Evens checked off something on her clipboard.

I'm definitely cursed, and frankly, I DONT APPRECIATE IT.

We both got up and sat down in the middle of the circle. I rested my head on his shoulder and put his arm around me.

Omg and I forgot the best part about this story, Dante's characters name is Michael. This, this is pure satanic bullshit.

"Michael, what if we never get off this island?" I started off.

"Then we'll start a new life here."

"But what if I don't want to start a new life here?"

"Then we'll find a soy out of here, I promise. But as long as your by my side, I don't care where we go or what happens to us." Dante didn't glance at his script once.

"I love you, M-M-M-I'm sorry, I just can't." I shook my head and shot up from the ground.

"What? Why? You were doing great! Come on, just finish the sene!" Mrs. Evens said frantically.

"I'm just not comfortable with this," I shrugged.

"Your grade will be incomplete," She stated.

"Alright then."

She had a frustrated expression on her face as wrote something on her clipboard. That minute, the bell rang and everyone was dismissed. I could finally go home.

"What happened back there? Are you okay?" I looked to my right and saw Dante walking beside me.

"I just couldn't say the line. I can't say something that's not true."

"But it's just part of the script, it doesn't mean anyth-"

"Well, to me it does!" I blurted. I could feel my eyes starting to water. "Just leave me alone!"

I ran straight home after that. Why are boys so fucking annoying? Like honestly, take a hint. I threw my bag at the wall above my bed missed. I heard glass shatter. A picture frame had fallen off my night stand.

"No, no, no, no, no!" I quickly picked up the frame. There was a small pile of shads were it landed. It was a picture of my mom, dad, and me (I don't think that the right grammar at all-) from my 5 birthday. I started at it for a minute before setting it back down on my night stand.

"I hear something break, is everything okay?" My mom peeked through the door.

"No mom! Everything is not okay! The whole friggin school hates me for BREATHING, I have two bozos fighting over me that I don't even like, not to mention I CAN'T ESCAPE FROM THEM! It's like the universe wants me to go ballistic and end everything!" I shouted.

"You're not ending anything! You've been strong all of this time, so why stop now?! And you can't leave me, not like your father and Luna!" A stream of tears dripped down down her red cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry mom, I've just been so stressed lately and don't know what to do," I admitted.

"I know, I know."

"Do you think I could stay home from school tomorrow? You know, just to distress and everything?" She nodded and left the room.

I shut off the lights and covered myself with an excessive amount blankets. Before I knew it, I was sound asleep.

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