I was reading a My Weird School book to my little sister, and in it there are these two little kids,

AJ and Andrea,

that fight ALL the time, but deep-down, they really like each other.

How does that not remind you of Alvin and Brittany?

So this story is a little like that book; I stole the idea of making a Beauty and the Beast play x)

I also really wanted to make this in memory of my first-sememster elective, Drama :) LoL

Enjoy!!!

"Where's Mr. Rochelle?"

"I think he died."

"He couldn't have, he was here for homeroom!"

"Well, how do you explain him not being here then?"

It was like that for a quarter of second period. Mr. Rochelle was the Drama teacher. Second period had no idea where he'd gone! First period was his prep period, so anything could've happened.

"I can't believe he's not here!" Brittany shouted. That got everyone else shouting, too. A few seconds before they were wondering, now they were angering.

"QUIET!" Only Alvin's voice was loud enough to be heard from over everyone else's. "Now that I've got your attention," he continued, jumping on top of the teacher's desk, "I would like to say something: because the period is almost halfway over, I need to remind you all that we've got a production coming up and we need to practice."

"Since when did you become the responsible one?!" Brittany accused. A few people scoffed and agreed.

"Since today!" he shot back. "And only today, because if you haven't noticed, we're minus one." He looked around the room. When no one said anything, he filled the silence. "We must assume he is DEAD."

Everyone gasped. Brittany rolled her eyes. "Oh come on!" she said, jumping up next to him on the desk. "He's not dead! Alvin's just saying that because he's being dramatic and wants you to listen to him." She stared into his eyes. "And besides, today is the first day of the semester, remember? We haven't chosen a play to do yet."

"Exactly!" Alvin said, "So that's why I'll be the perfect person to choose."

Everyone booed him. Brittany laughed and pointed. Alvin pushed her a little. She waved her arms and fell off the desk, then pulled Alvin off.

By then everyone was chanting, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"What's going on in here?!"
The principal burst through the door with a woman behind him. As he did, the children took their seats, hastily yet casually. "What were you kids thinking?!"

"We...uh...weren't," Brittany admitted. She scurried back to her seat. That left Alvin standing alone in the front of the room. But he had no fear.

"Hey!" he said happily, as if nothing had happened. He hadn't been accepted into Advanced Drama for nothing. "Who's this?" he asked, turning to the woman who'd been with the principal.

"Oh, her?" Principal said, also as if nothing had happened. "This is Mrs. Nering, your substitute teacher." She did a little wave at him.

"And who are you?" she asked.

"Who, me?" Alvin asked modestly, "My name is Alvin." He shook her hand nicely. "I'm eleven years old, born in the United States, have two brothers--"

"She doesn't care!" Brittany spoke up. Alvin glared at her.

"Well," he argued, "if she's going to be our sub, she might as well know the backgrounds of all the best students."

Brittany gaped. "And how come you get to go first?!"

"You have to ask?"

"Students!" The principal yelled. "Have you forgotten that I'm right here?"

Yes.

"We're sorry," Alvin and Brittany chorused. Mrs. Nering giggled a little. The Advanced Drama kids watched Principal leave while Alvin and Brittany stared at Mrs. Nering.

They went back to their seats.

As Mrs. Nering nervously shuffled papers, awkwardly producing silence, a paper airplane gently poked Brittany in the ear.

"Ow," she said almost silently.

Mrs. Nering's head poked up and she smiled. She seemed to have remembered she had a class. Brittany crinkled the paper airplane up and opened it in her lap. She quickly read, that new teachr kreeps me out. Turning around, she noticed Alvin looking at her. He put his head forward a little, as if to say, "Did you read it?"

She scribbled a small response (giv her a chance!!) in as bad of handwriting as his.

Just then Mrs. Nering began to speak. "Well, children, as you know, you will be invovled in the second and final Middle School production of the year."

This time, Alvin didn't bother to make the already-crumpled paper into an airplane. He just threw the balled-up wad at the back of her head. Brittany sat in the middle of the room and Alvin sat in the back, two rows behind her.

She was startled, but opened the note anyway. whatevr. do u think she noes we need to go to the performign arts classroom to rehearse?

no. but we hav nothing to rehers anyway. She aimed to throw it back to him, but he didn't look at her. "Alvin," she whispered. He looked at her for a split seocnd, widened his eyes when he did, then returned them to normal size and looked past her. She cocked her head. She was about to throw it...

"Brittany? Do you have something to share with the class?"

She froze. Turning around slowly, she ducked the wad into her jacket. "No, Mrs. Nering." Brittany couldn't believe Mrs. Nering had gone old-fashoined and asked her if she "had something to share"! On her first day!

"Now then," Mrs. Nering continued, "What play are you guys producing?"

Everyone shrugged.

"I was thinking," Alvin suggested, standing up on his chair, "that we should do--"

"No one cares!" Brittany said. "Now siddown!"

Mrs. Nering nodded in agreement. "It is a slight impolite to stand up randomly on you chair, Alvin." She smiled again. "So! Who thinks we should do a classic play?"

They groaned.

Mrs. Nering laughed. "The classics are the best!" she insisted. "For instance...Beauty and the Beast! That's my absolute favorite!"

Alvin stood up again. "Why, that's my favotire, too, Mrs. Nering!" He walked to the front of the class. As he passed Brittany, she mildly disguised the words, "Suck-up" behind coughs. He didn't acknowledge it. "In fact," Alvin said when he was standing next to the sub, "I was going to suggest we do that play until I was rudely interrupted." He didn't look at Brittany, probably because he could feel the holes she was burning with her eyes.

"Oh, Alvin!" Mrs. Nering cooed, "What a good student you are!" She tousseled his hair. "I'm glad you think we should do Beauty and the Beast. I brought scripts!"

Magically, she pulled a large box out from under the desk. She hadn't brought that here! She plopped the big box down on the desk, with a loud THUD.

"Uh...wow," Alvin said, at a loss for words. "That's a LOT of scripts you got there." He picked one up. He flipped to the last page."Whoa! 56 pages! Pretty decent!"

"Are you kidding?!" Brittany rushed up and grabbed the booklet out of Alvin's hand. "This thing's LONG!"

Alvin snatched it back. "It all depends on the part you get. You may not even have a lot of lines." He leaned to her ear and quickly murured, "I hope I'm not a big part."

"So," Brittany said, directing her attention to Mrs. Nering, "which part am I?"

"Well," Mrs. Nering said, her first words in a while, "You've certainly peaked my interest, Miss...um...?"

"Brittany Miller," Brittany finished for her. "Also eleven years old. I've got two sisters--" Alvin clamped her mouth shut.

"If I didn't get to say more, you don't either."

She pulled his hand off. "Fine."

"Well, Miss Brittany!" the sub continued, "You seem to have quite a personality. The other girls here seem very quiet!" She swept the room with her hand, the other girls giggling a little and some of the boys going "ooohhh" as if they'd been insulted. "How about you be The Beauty?"

"Oh!" Brittany flipped her hair. "Well, I do believe I'd play that part well!"

Brittany took a script from the box and sat down at her desk.

"Anyone else want a recommended part?" Mrs. Nering asked. Everyone shook their heads.

"Well! Let's see...most importantly, we need a Beast! Who would like to be the Beast?"

No one said anything. Alvin started back to his seat.

"Oh, and by the way: The Beast gets to lock the Beauty up in a tower."

"I'll do it!" Alvin yelled, before anyone else could. He grabbed his script and sat down.

He proudly wrote his name at the top:

ALVIN SEVILLE - THE BEAST

Hope you like it so far!

It's going to have chapters, just so you know.

What do you think?