Hurray for a first story! This one is going to center around Frieda, the other little red-haired girl.
So basically, the plot is going to circle around a play. Yes, a play. The Wizard of Oz, in fact. This could get messy.
Stick around for a magical ride!
Schroeder: What a dumb joke.
Me: Shut up, and play your Beethoven.
Schroeder: That's what I plan on doing.
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She stared at the bulletin board in wonder.
"The Wizard of Oz" tryouts today, it read. The poster had caught her eye as she was passing by on her way to class. For years, she had dreamed of the opportunity to act in her favorite play of all time, and this was her "time to shine", as they say.
"Frieda?"
All of a sudden, she heard her friend Lucy calling her. Lucy, with her blue eyes and shoulder-length black hair, could be crabby but hilarious. Frieda often enjoyed hearing her cut someone down. The black-haired girl had also been a companion to confide in after Frieda's mother filed for divorce.
But that was three years ago. Frieda was on the rebound.
"You comin', girl?" Lucy asked. Her left brow was raised in a vaguely disturbed matter. Her facial expressions could easily get scarier, especially in lacrosse. That was a sight to see.
"Yeah, give me a sec. just looking at the poster for The Wizard of Oz tryouts. You should audition," the curly-haired redhead answered.
Lucy put her hands on her hips. "I got lacrosse, Miss Frieda Krause. Though it's mighty tempting."
Frieda chuckled at Lucy's signature sarcasm.
"'Sides," Lucy continued, "I still gotta get Schroeder to go with me to the dance. It's gonna talk a while."
"Oh, come on. It's the damn play, Lu. It's The Wizard of Oz! We used to play this when we were eight. You were the wicked witch and I was-"
Glinda. The name cut her off slightly. When Frieda was a little girl, all she wanted to do was to play Glinda in this play. She distinctly remembered writing this in her cute pink diary she used to write in. Glinda.
"Hello? Frieda? Frieda Krause!" Lucy's words shook Frieda out of her reverie. "We gotta get to math, girl! I gotta tease Charlie Brown, 'cos I haven't done that in about five minutes."
As Lucy kept babbling on, Frieda never ceased to stare at the poster. Eventually she signed her name on one of the lines below the type. Then, she left in the direction of her math class.
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As soon as Frieda was out of eyesight, Lucy grabbed a pen from a random passerby and signed her name below Frieda's. only then did she go to math class, with a slight spring in her step.
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EDIT: The ages of Frieda and Lucy are 13. I have the girls in 7th grade. Sally is a year younger, in the sixth grade, and Rerun two years younger, in the third grade. Charlie Brown will be the oldest.
Alrighty! Sorry for the short chapter, I promise they'll get longer. Any suggestions are welcome ;)
Until next chapter,
Poisoned-Quinn 33