Life sucks, and then you get a new teacher.

Previously called "Behind the story of: Breaking the 4th Wall"
This does have comedy in it if you're wondering, now on to the real stuff.

Hey, so this story isn't really a story. It's more like a series of stories from the perspective of multiple characters, or people if you will. It's about a class, more than one class, a performing arts class. The curriculum is simple, some acting here, dancing there, a sprinkle of singing and technical backstage stuff. The hard stuff is what comes with it. The teacher, well... she's a mess. But, so are her teenage students. This story reflects a lot of my own beliefs on life, and it helps to put a name of all of the conflicting voices in my head, the different people in there that have so many different things to say.
*WARNING!*
This contains curse words, mental illness, drugs, alcohol, descriptive mentions of sexual situations, descriptive gore, and a lot of other serious topics that are far too dramatized and glossed over in the world of cinema and literature. I have know idea what someone who's actually experienced any of these things actually feels like, but however it is, I am stating how my character feels.
These characters are all my own, they do not represent anyone I know in real life, but I will not gloss over their words. In their minds, their pain is real, and in mine, I choose to listen to them. Call me a witch, or a psychic if you must, but I'm only doing this to get rid of the notion that pain is fair, that pain is romantic, that pain is intellect, that pain doesn't hurt as much as it does. Because no matter how you dress it up, it is pain. Be open in the comments. Be open about how you feel. I don't care if you read it and say "Wow I hate this so much." Keep reading it. Because there is so much more than pain in this. You just have to look and you will see it.