The Cullens and Bella move to New Hampshire and have a play, which is a reenactment of the Breakfast Club. Characters include Shea, her friend Alice, which is slightly confusing with Alice C. Mia and her friend Char, who think themselves superior. Lily and Mary, who are the only ones good at drama class. Steve, who has an accent, which makes the play harder. Points of View changes throughout story.
Edward's POV
We'd just moved from Washington to New Hampshire, and entered the public school in February. At literally zero degrees, I could actually start to feel coldness. Amazing. I waited by my Volvo, amazed that it could possibly take Alice that long to pick out an outfit. Sigh.
"We have drama class together," Jasper mused, holding a schedule.
"Where's Alice?" Rosalie said.
"She's coming." Alice was running down the stairs, pleased by the shade of jeans and the tone of her shirt and how they worked. "We'll be late."
"I'm here!" Alice skipped the last few steps.
I drove at 120 miles per hour- could've gone faster, but didn't want to draw attention. We passed a girl who seemed frozen to the bus stop, look at a cemetery, which was directly on the other side of the road. Coincident? She meant school vs. the cemetery. I never figured out how anyone could have a sense of humor when at despair.
I was in the same homeroom as the girl from the bus stop, who was talking to another girl. I would get back as Carlisle: Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, Emmet, and Bella were in the same homeroom, and I was stuck with boring classmates. Why couldn't a student think about anything mildly interesting?! Reading minds does get dull…
"First period drama." the girl from the bus stop said to her friend.
"I don't want to be in a play. I hate drama." her friend threw a pile of stuff onto the desk.
I was bored, so I listened to untold conversation of the mind. This is awful, I hate the Breakfast Club. The girl from the bus stop was thinking.
"This is horrible, I hate the Breakfast Club." Her friend said aloud. I was shocked. So was the bus stop-girl.
"Oh my god." Bus stop-girl's eyes were wide.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing." Her mind was racing; it was mildly interesting.
The bell rang to go to class.
Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, Emmet, Bella, bus stop-girl, her friend, and some other students walked into the drama classroom. Unlike the students, the drama teacher was excited about doing another play.
"Oh! Hello! Your new?" the drama teacher looked from me to them, "Hi! I'm Ms. Dime! We'll be doing a play: The Breakfast Club! Is an igneous drama of magnificent words, strung together with emotion, and we'll a reenactment! Such an honor!"
Emmet muttered, "Oh joy."
Unaware of the students' misery, Ms. Dime continuted, "There will be cheerleaders, Goths, football plays, nerds… and a teacher. Who wants to be a cheerleader?"
"Me!" a girl called Mia raided her hand. Her friend Char fallowed her too, but tried to keep cool.
"I guess." Char stared out the window.
"Me." Rosalie. Of course.
"Good. Goths?"
"I will." I listened to Ms. Dime; bus stop-girl's name was Shea her friend was, ironically, Alice.
"Me too." Alice said.
"So will I." Alice Cullen looked as if she were at a mall.
"Football players?" Ms. Dime clicked her pen.
"Meah." Steve tried to say. It was hard to tell; he was thinking in a different language… German? From Ms. Dime, I heard that Steve just moved to America, and had a reputation of an accent.
"Me too." Emmet spoke.
"Nerds?" I heard Jasper die. The only other part was 'teacher'.
"Oh yeah!" Lily jumped up from her chair. Was she actually wearing a tutu? Alice thought that was a pretty good combo.
"Same here!" Mary seemed to be like Lily, though less ostentatious.
"… I will…" Jasper was looking at some spot on the floor. He really should've taken another part.
"And a teacher?"
"I be a teacher, I guess." Clarissa… her mind was very shallow- almost as shallow as Rosalie's. Clarissa seemed to cheat, yes… and lie… horrible mind. Seeing as she was wearing hot pink, and bright blue, she would never make a good teacher.
"…Assistant director?" Ms. Dime looked at me. I forgot that I didn't pick a part.
"Okay." I tried to look interested.
"And costume director?" she looked at Bella.
"I will."
"That's all the roles! I'll pass out scripts! And we'll read aloud! Mia? You may lead the wonders of the stage!"
"Okay. Oh my god. I am stuck with you guys." Funny. She was thinking the same thing for real life.
"You are using god incorrectly as a metaphor." that was Lily, lisping the words. I kept a straight face, trying to imagine how Jasper would have to act.
"Stay here. I'll come back when you learn right from wrong." Clarissa said in her normal tone, which sounded unhappy.
"What the heck? Let's get out of detention, and break down the walls!" Emmet said; something he would have said in actual life anyways.
"It won't work. Nothing ever works." Shea said with sarcasm.
"Ah, yah. We have to. I have a nail appointment." Char didn't seem to be reading from script either.
"Nails are meaningless. Like you." Shea's friend Alice muttered.
"Get lost emo." Rosalie smiled. Edward, how do you think Jasper will take it?
"That's not offensive to her, because she's technically one." Jasper looked as if he was being forced to eat cake. Alice was coming up with numerous jokes. Poor Jasper.
"I have a football practeese." Steve read. I couldn't understand German, so I couldn't tell what he was thinking.
"You mean. 'I have football practice'" Ms. Dime corrected.
"Yah. That's what I'va seed."
"Um, okay. Go on." Ms. Dime thought, this is going to be a long semester…
"I hate you." Shea sounded like she meant it.
"Duhn care." he glared at her.
"No, Steve. This is a play, in America. This is not Germany! She didn't mean it! It's just part of the play! Go on, Shea."
"I hate you." Shea was internally laughing.
"Whah eva. I still have ah football practeese." This made Shea bit her lip from laughing. Alice C seemed to think this funny too.
"If I calculated right… one of you will most likely hurt someone in five point two hours." Lily did have her part down to a science.
"What ever." Rosalie said.
"We should try to get along. This will improve our social-" Mary was really good too.
"Geek! Who cares?!" Mia said.
"It could be an important aspect to the growth of well being." It sounded funny coming from a vampire- Jasper.
"Could, but isn't. Let's listen to music." Alice C was thinking about my CD collection. You should've taken this part, Edward! It's soo you: music, darkness…ha ha! And my vision? She remembered a vision. Well, Jasper will forgive me…
Jasper really should've taken a different part.
"Like I said. Emo!" Char said.
"I'm going to break her." Shea's mind was on other matters… music. Wait. I know that song. She has a good memory- and good tastes in music! I listened in.
"Over. My. Dead. Body." Char had no idea how easily that could be arranged. This school is very different from what I expected.
"That would not make any logical sense either. If you were dead, she couldn't break you, since…" Lily trailed off.
"Let's knock down the walls." Emmet suggested, yet again.
"They would be too thick." Mary said.
Rosalie was… well… she would be having fun in this play. "Yeah, like your head."
"I'm doing math homework." Jasper said.
"I'll watch you suffer." Alice C would enjoy this play also.
I tuned out, and started to listen to a great rock song, from Shea.
"My nail appointment! It's almost, like, about to happen!" Mia read. Actually, she had a hair appointment after school. This script was strangely realistic.
"Bust down the door?" Emmet was bored.
"That will be entertaining. I'll watch." Alice said.
"Yah." It was Steve. I head Ms. Dime trying to calm down.
"Pronounce, Steve! This is not Germany! This is America!" Ms. Dime couldn't keep calm down enough. I heard Steve think something; couldn't tell what it was, but her sounded quite mad. He was trying to pronounce.
"I didh. I seed yah." Luckily, Steve had better self-control than his teacher.
"Um…" Ms. Dime thought quick, "Let's just read silently, and try again next time. Good job."
