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Glorious weekend. No school, no homework, no annoying kids who think lockpicking their way into your locker to steal a notebook of yours where you write down story ideas.
Total and complete peace.
Or, at least, that's what I wanted. Let me tell you, that is NOT what I got. Almost the exact opposite actually.
I'll start with Friday afternoon. I got home from school and my mum was busy in the kitchen so I got past easily.
I went up to my room and looked through my work, trying to find if I had homework or not. I came to find, that I did in fact have homework.
With a sigh, I pulled out the paper with the instructions and read what I had to do. What I didn't know when I pulled out the paper is that it was a massive project that was due three day later for my mean, old Photography teacher, Mrs. Walls.
We had a month to finish the project and I hadn't even started mine. To refresh myself of how deep of shit I was in, I reread the paper.
*75% of second quarter grade. TAKE SERIOUSLY, DON'T WAIT TILL THE LAST SECOND*
I already failed at the first instruction, yet I continued to read.
This project will be a major grade, I will not be excepting any turned in late.
The goal for this project is to produce and film a 'movie'.
You will have to make the:
•Plot
•Characters
•Props
•Script
You are not allowed to copy a movie or make a parody movie.
You will be able to work in groups. Only people from your photography class will be allowed in your group. Since the Photography and Theatre teachers are working together on this, I suppose you could have some on the Theatre nerds act the scenes out for you.
This project will be due on November, 9th when you walk into class. Ms. Smith will take the Theatre classes projects and I, Mrs. Walls, shall take my classes projects.
Don't half-ass this you little brats.
Thinking about it now, I dont even think Mrs. Walls read over what she typed on the paper. I had bigger problems than Mrs. Walls offending ever student.
Ignore the rule of only working with the Theatre class or my own Photography class, I text the group-chat asking for help.
Gogy-Man: guys, i need help. i have this project thats due monday and i havent started it yet.
Pissbaby: omw gogy.
Gogy-Man: thank you so much clay
Languaguwu: I could help too, George.
Sappitus Nappitus: me too, I guess.
Sappitus Nappitus: but clay has to give me a ride to your house
Languaguwu: I need a ride too, Clay. Sorry.
Pissbaby: beggars, I'll pick your two up on the way.
I sit my phone down and start trying to write down ideas to film. I couldn't get anything good at all.
*ding*
Pissbaby: also, Drista and a new gurl from our neighborhood are coming too. They literally begged me
Sappitus Nappitus: whose the beggars now, huh Clay?
I once again close my phone. Two extra people, could be useful.
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365 (Dream Team)
FanfictionGeorge struggles while dealing with having a rare type of liver cancer, Fibrolamellar carcinoma, and being in love with his best friend of seven years, Clay. High school doesn't help his situation and he has to figure out a way to live his best lif...
