Waking Up.

Chapter4: Drama Llamas!

As the wooden door to the office creaked open, I saw Mr. Hackles, the principle, stare up in my direction. The room was cramped, filing cabinets seemed to litter the walls. His desk was simple, yet it took up about half of the room. There were two chairs in front of the desk. One was for me. I was surprised to see Wendy sitting in the other one. Although she didn't say much, she wasn't one to cause trouble, at least, that's what I thought. She looked up, frowned, and stared at the corner of the room.
"Hello, Trish. Sorry to pull you from class, are you having a good first day?" Mr. Hackles looked exactly how you'd expect a principle to look like, short, shaggy hair , grey beard, and wire-rimmed glasses.
"Yes, Mr. Hackles, I am." I stood awkwardly in the corner of the room. I had never been to the principles office before. It was kind of an overwhelming feeling.
"That's good, Trish. Would you mind having a seat? I'd like to ask you a few questions about Wendy, she won't answer me, will you Wendy?" No response. She continued to stare at the corner of the room. I was quietly panicking, because I didn't know if the school knew about Wendy's dad. Or if they knew about me. No doubt they did. If the news papers did, then the school could probably figure it out.
"I'd like to know your foster parent's phone number, their cell and home, please." Phew. They didn't know about her. Okay, now it made sense. Our school asks for phone numbers over the mail. Mom and Dad, being foster parents, aren't allowed to give out their phone numbers to random letters, as that could endanger us kids.
"Okay, here, let me write them down." I grabbed a pen and paper and jotted down the numbers. After he had our number, we were free to go. I leaned over to Wendy, who was now hunched over holding her books, and tapped her shoulder.
"Hey, you alright, Wendy?" She shook me off and murmured angrily,"yeah, fine." She turned down the sophomore hall way , into a world of unknown.
[ transitioning to drama class;]

Listening to Mr. Singers speech on how awesome drama is and his career as a drama teacher was, boring, to say the least. Thank god Cedric was there to entertain us. Cedric Dwyer is that one kid in every school whose sole purpose is to torture the teachers and entertain the students. His position at the moment was imitating Mr. Singer and doing a poor impression of a musical dance. "Mr. Dwyer!" Cedric turned around holding a stuffed bunny in one hand, and a pickle in the other.
"Mr. Singer!" He rejoiced, copying the teachers earlier annoying tone.
"If you wish not to begin the year with detention, I'd suggest listening to what I have to say!" We could all see his face turning red with anger.
"The principle couldn't possibly put me in any more pain than I'm already in from listening to you!" He retorted, a sly smile toying with his lips. Mr. Singer marched up the steps, whispered something into Cedric's ear, and Cedric feigned a dramatic faint.
"Ahh, alas, my fellow classmates, I must leave you to fight this battle yourselves. Farewell my companions." And with that, he marched up the steps and out of the room. Mr. Singer returned to the stage.
"Without any further ado, I shall now seat you according to rows. Wilson and Kendra, Peter and Haily, Betty and George, Trish and Aspen.." OH. MY. GOODNESS. SPRINKLES. Why? WHY I SAY? As I went to sit next to Aspen, now smiling and waving at me, I tripped and would've fallen down the steps had I not grabbed the rail. The boy sitting close to me, Xavior, grabbed me, giving me extra support. I would have thanked him, but his hand ended up a little south of the equator, and I slapped his hand away.
"Whoa, chill out, damn." I stumbled the rest of the way over to the spot where Aspen was now snickering to himself.
"Nice recovery, Trish, really."
"Shut up!" I giggled, feeling the color rush into my cheeks.
" oooo, touchy, aren't we?" He questioned.
"I wouldn't touch you if you paid me," I lied.
"So, you're saying if I paid you..."
"NO!" I cut him off, now blushing even more. He tossed his head back and began to laugh. His laugh was deep and kind of harmonic. It reminded me of summer thunderstorms. It filled me with happiness and sunshine and made me want to laugh along. I began to laugh as quietly as possible, which was hard because we were all in a huge, open room. Mr. Singer impatiently looked at us, obviously annoyed.
"Excuse me, Mr. Gold and Miss. Walter?" That's right. My full name is Trish Walter. Please, don't judge. We stopped laughing, but we continued to snicker quietly.
"Yes, Mr. Singer?" He answered politely.
"Are you two ready to begin class?"
"Yes, sir." I replied, not wanting to see the principle for the second time in one day.
"Alright then, now, the reason I put you all into boy-girl groups, is because we'll be performing the Shakespearean play, Romeo and Juliet." Every girl in the room squealed in delight, and almost every guy moaned. Almost every boy. To my personal surprise, Aspen's eyes had a new sparkle to them, and he smiled ear to ear.
"Awesome! Romeo and Juliet is our first play? This year is turning out to be the best ever!" I swear I saw him jump up in his seat a little bit.
"Are you excited, Trish?" I smiled and replied with a head nod, but on the inside, I was jumping with joy. The rest of the day went by with very little action and all was peaceful and well for me. Until, that is, when chemistry came along. Our chemistry teacher, Miss. Waters, was a cheery young woman with outrageous blue hair and green tips. Her smile was wider than the Mississippi River, and her voice boomed with every step. Needless to say, I liked her. I do not, however, appreciate science. You see, math and science are always linked together. Math hates me, therefore, science hates me. As I walked into the room, I saw pretty much every smart kid in our grade. I somehow managed to scratch out a good grade in science last year, thus earning me a place in the, 'smart' class.
Mrs. Walters began our seating chart. "Well let's get this party started! Ok, so here is your seating chart. Amy and Karen, Jim and Stacy, Aspen and Trish..." HOLYSH*TTHREETIMESINONEDAY!!!???!!! When I set down my book bags on the long lab table, he patted to the seat next to him.
"Are you paying the teachers to set us next to each other, or something?" He frowned and smiled.
"Trish, if I was paying the teachers, then if would have paid them to give identical schedules, so I could be in all your classes." I scrunched my face up.
"You can do that?" He patted my back.
"My dear, sweet companion, you can do whatever you want, when you are rich." He smiled to himself.
" 'sweet companion?"
"I'm still working on what I should call you."
"Trish, would be fine, thanks." He shrugged and looked at the board.
"Suit yourself." Miss. Water explained the first assignment. I wanted to puke. I didn't know if it was actually possible for humans to turn green, but if it was, then that's what I was doing now. Aspen, however, was so happy, I thought he would explode into a rainbow.
"Oh, goodie! We get to dissect a frog!" Ha. 'Get to.' I shivered in place.
"Um, Aspen?" He turned to me, shining brighter than a star.
"Yes?"
"Would it be ok if I just, like, write some shit down, or something?" The look he gave me was a mixture of confusion and surprise.
"Really? You'd do all the hard stuff?" I was laughing on the inside. Hard work.
"Yeah, if it's alright with you."
"Ok, if that's what you want."
"It is."
"Sure, alright." Miss. Water was going to add something else, when we heard an argument outside of the doors. Gossip is the most important thing in our school, so everybody went to look, despite Miss. Water's several attempts to get us to sit down. We all crowded around the windows of the classroom, trying to catch a glimpse.
We saw Mr and Mrs. Field fighting in the hallway. She stepped closer to him, pointing her finger in his chest. His face was turning red with rage. She yelled something about him that he apparently didn't like. And then it happened. The backside of his left hand connected with her right cheek at a force she wasn't prepared for. She went flying backwards, landing on her Behind. She stared at him, cradling her face. His expression went from rage to concern to regret in less than a second. He took a step forward, trying to help her up. She backed away, still staring at him. He looked around, saw all of the students staring at him, and went running into the hallways, getting as far away as possible.

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Sorry these chapters are short. I will try to make them longer as I progress through the book. Again, I mean to offense to anybody, and I'm sorry if any is taken. Thanks guys, bye.