Hey! I'm Lara D if you haven't ever heard of me. I would be writing a Sisters grimm story instead, but I just had to write this. A special dedication to my frined, Estrangelo Edessa for beta-reading this!
I DO NOT OWN A Midsummer Night's Dream, Shakespeare does. I WOULD ask for his permission, but you know...he's not alive anymore. So just remember that...
MENDING THE PAST-Charlotte's Tale
Enjoy ^ - ^
~*~*~Chapter 1: School~*~*~
"Ms. Di Vieran, could you please explain the difference between the Indians' and the Colonists' cultures?" my history teacher asked in a monotone voice.
Oh gosh, I wasn't listening. Again. I looked at her feet nervously. "The diversity..."
"Mrs. Quinn, I believe Charlotte wasn't paying attention to your teaching. May I answer it instead?" Riley sneered at me when Mrs. Quinn wasn't looking. Ugh. Riley Kingston was one of the snobbiest people in my school, and also one of the most popular. She had dirty blonde, almost brown, hair. She had a pale face and dark honey-gold eyes. She was- in fact-pretty, but that was only for display.
What was so hard to understand was that she was also smart.
Mrs. Quinn smiled brightly at her. "Of course, Riley, dear. Charlotte, please pay attention, or I just might have to give you detention." I nodded and slumped down even lower in my seat. Riley answered the question smoothly, making me envy her. Me, I was kind of smart. I aced Science and Math, Language Arts too but as for Geography and History-I'll get an F faster than you can say Muffins!
The classes went by fairly quickly at Midsummer Elementary. OK, I know what you're thinking. This girl's in Elementary? Wow, she must be dumb! No, well, kind of. And maybe 'This school must be infest with Shakespeare loving freaks!' Not exactly, the school opened a few years ago in Midsummer. The school had ten grades also...
Pre-K, Kindergarten, all the way to 8th grade. I was in 7th. And school was ending soon. Pretty soon, I would be staying at my grandmother's for the summer. I sighed as the bell rung for my next class, but I smiled slightly.
It was our Poetry/Art class. Also silent reading, but that only happened on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Today was Friday, and thank goodness for that! On Mondays and Fridays we had Poetry, then on Tuesdays it was art. The only thing that irked me in Poetry was that my mom was our teacher. Her name was Blossom. Yeah, I know, a really weird name, but it suited her. Every time you saw her, she seemed to blossom with joy. And she was beautiful. Her hair was a dark brown and she had very pretty silver eyes.
Today her hair was in a bun with locks of dark hair sticking out. She was on her computer, smiling, as I walked in. "Hello Charlotte. Was your day OK so far?" She stopped typing and turned to me.
I shrugged. "It was OK, I guess. Riley butted in when I was trying to answering a question. Again."
My mom chuckled. "Well, darling, were you paying attention?"
I blushed. "Umm..."
"Hey, Charlie!" I heard from the doorway. My mom sighed but returned to checking her emails.
"Lana!" I gave her a hug as she passed me. Alana Gardner was my best friend, my hyper but very shy best friend. She had bright blue eyes and black hair.
She smiled, showing her pearly white teeth. "So how's it going on?"
"Ugh. Riley dissed me again. I swear the girl's out to get me," I muttered.
Alana giggled, "Oh c'mon! It's not like you have a curse on you or anything!" Then she stared at me, "Or do you?" She shook me, grabbing my shoulders. "Oh, alack! Thou art cursed! We must get thee thy cure!" We laughed and she took out a book from her backpack. Twelfth Night.
I grinned and snatched the book from her hands greedily. "Ah yes, my cure..."
I was in love with Shakespeare. He wrote amazing sonnets, but what I loved the most were his plays. Romeo and Juliet was an OK one, but I was crazy for A Midsummer Night's Dream. When I saw it performed, I just fell in love with it. And I still remember that particular time from when I was 4! Every little detail was stuffed into my head.
"Girls, take a seat," Mom said. I sighed, then sat right next to Alana. We were in the second row, close to the front. Unluckily, Riley was in this class too, and sat right smack-dab in front of me.
She gave me a smug grin and flipped her hair in my direction. I saw strands of hair flying in my face, I had to rasberry my way through them.
Riley was not very pleased, "Ms. Di Verian, Charlotte spit on me!" My mom gave me a look, I sighed, then mumbled, "Sorry Riley." My mom smiled at me, then turned to the board behind her, she wrote 'Poetry-Shakespeare'. My mom turned to our class, as every seat was filled in, "While I get things ready, you guys can read for a while."
I guess she noticed Alana handing over the Twelfth Night. I smiled over at my bestie, who winked back at me, holding up a book, the same book. I smiled. Reading race! But I wasn't entirely happy.
Riley smirked at me when my mom wasn't looking at us, she was completely focused on her computer. 'Probably playing Minesweeper' I grumbled in my head.
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Good? Please spread the word if you can! I would SERIOUSLY apppreciate it! And sorry it's so short. I'll try and make it longer.
And the story will get VERY interesting soon...mwhahah.
~Lara