My Own Story

● Part 8 ●

Evelynn is running in front of the school

Evelynn: I’m so close

She enters school

They looked each other deep in the eyes

“They opened the portal …”

“We can still stop them!”

“In what type of world do you live?? We messed up and-”

“No, this mess is not our fault, it’s … theirs”

Awaiting they look to the left side of the stage, but nothing happens.

“Laurel, Hester, I’m saying this for the last time. If you can’t follow the script, then ask for help or something like that. You two are interrupting everything!”

“Sorry …”

Evelynn: I don’t even have to create drama! They do it all by themselves. Now what this story really needs is a happy ending. Or a plot twist or something like that. Well … Alexa is the main character so I should start writing her storyline.

She had been amazed by acting since childhood. She would always accompany her mother to film sets. Alexa’s mother wasn’t extremely famous but her beauty yielded her enough roles to survive. They were a happy family until one day her mother didn’t return from work. From that moment on, everything changed. Her father blamed Alexa and her idyllic family life was over. She thought moving to her aunt would make it better. Well, she was wrong. Going to a new school was much worse than in the movies. She didn’t automatically get popular. And watching the play her classmates were rehearsing felt like a quiet voice in the back of her head, saying: You’ll never be as good as them. You’re not special.

Alexa is sitting next to Evelynn and starts crying. Evelynn looks concerned and at the end of the scene Alexa is side eyeing Evelynn. She’s supposed to start realising that Evelynn is causing all of the bad things that happen in her life.

The view is on the stage again. The teacher walks to the middle of the stage.

Teacher: No, no, that doesn’t look right. It’s supposed to be the end of the world. There should be more people on the stage, running for their lives.

Helen: Isn’t four enough? It might get crowded.

Teacher: Don’t worry, Helen. You’re still going to be the center of attention.

Hester: What if the new girls were in the background?

Teacher: What a perfect idea! Alexa, Evelynn, would you two like to be in this scene?

Alexa: I’d love to!

Alexa starts running to the stage

Evelynn: O - okay

Evelynn gets up and goes to the stage

Teacher: Now let’s get this apocalypse started!

Evelynn is sitting at her desk at home

Evelynn: Seems like the Library has received my progress report …

Evelynn blinks

Evelynn: The end for this story is obviously the play on Friday. Which is in two days so I have to make something interesting happen. What about a typical love triangle? Why not? It’s not like this story could get any more stereotypical.

After the rehearsal was over she-

Evelynn stops writing

Evelynn: Alexa is the main character and her backstory is done … Why am I still writing the story like that?? Let’s continue out of Alexa’s perspective!

Evelynn starts writing again

My legs were stiff and I felt tired. Standing at the back of the stage for five hours straight was intense. Not to mention Laurel’s lack of text and Helen’s … perfection.

“Just go home, take a shower and you’ll be fine” But on the way home, I realised something … I had forgotten my keys at school.

“Great, just great” And off to school I was - For the second time that day. Walking down the hall I felt a chill. Almost like somebody was watching me …

“Oh, sorry”

“No problem. May I ask what you are doing here so late? School ended half an hour ago.”

“I know … I forgot my keys at school and can’t get home without them. I’m not sure when my aunt will be home.”

“These keys? I found them behind the stage while I was putting away some props for the play.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Justin. Thank you so much” Without thinking I lunged forward and hugged him. Without thinking …

“I - I need to go”

“O - Okay … See you tomorrow?”

Evelynn opens and closes her eyes again

Evelynn: Now that is some drama I see coming. I’ll probably write the main plot tomorrow.

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