AN ~ Don't own anythingg x
sorry this took so long, I had writers block _ It's probably gonna be shit, but you know... Review, follow, favourite, gimme some ideas! PWEASE!
We reached the drama class quickly, without Miss Boston, but no-one else seemed to notice, or they just didn't care. The teacher looked like a nice lady, but she looked like she was stuck in the late 60's. She was wearing a long green dress that came down to her ankles, with patches of red, purple and blue. She was wearing brown strap sandals and her hair was a messy blond with feather extensions. She couldn't have been older than 25, but she looked happy. Her room was amazing; it didn't have a single table, only sofas around the edge and a furry carpet in the middle. The walls were covered in pictures of pupils and drawings, drawings of emotions. There was happiness and sadness on the walls, the walls were the truth, not the bullshit the rest of the school had. The aroma was brilliant, a soft smell of roses creeping up your nose and putting you in a trance of happiness. She was weird, and I loved it.
The door crashed open and in walked in a group of smiling students, the students I had met earlier. "Sorry we're late Crystal." Kevin said, half-heartily. She chuckled and ushered them in, "sit sit sit." She gestured as she pulled out an incense stick and Imogen skipped over to me "Hey, come sit with us?" and she took my hand and pulled me over to the others and I sat down next to Jack. "Shit." Crystal whispered, I whipped my head round but no-one else seemed to bat an eye. She must swear a lot. "Jack, have you got your lighter?" She asked, but he shook his head. "Shit." She said, so I produced a lighter from my pocket and she quickly ran over "Thanks hun, I'm Crystal by the way, and you are?" She inquired turning round and trying to light her incense stick. "Elizabeth." I whispered and she froze. So everyone fucking knows. Talk of the bloody staff room. "Jenkings?" "Mmhmm" I nodded. She turned round and faced me, putting the lighter in her pocket as the stick had been lit. "Speak to me after the lesson." She made a face that I didn't know she was capable of making, it was stern and hard, and slightly intimidating. But her smile returned as she turned round and addressed the class "Today class, we are going to make a scene about Melissa and Jacob, it will be an abuse scene, work in your groups and we will show them at the end. Elizabeth, join Jacks group and he will explain everything to you." And she walked off to the front, placing the incense stick in the holder. " The play," Jack started as I turned to him "will be held next term, but we are still writing it, each class makes up a scene and it will be put in the play. The main character, Melissa, is in a care home, after her mother dumped her there. Jacob is the care worker and he beats her up, a lot, so she escapes through her mind, or through music or dance or whatever. And in the end, she dies..." I nodded my head to show I understood, and as he turned to the rest of the group, I turned to look at Barry. I chuckled when I saw he was making faces, childish faces, behind Rhiannons back. Upon hearing me laugh he turned to me and winked. "You're not friends with him are you?" Jack was staring at me again, so I simply shrugged my shoulders. "Careful, he'll break you. That's what he does." I turned to face him now, questioning his honesty, but he looked sincere, so I didn't turn back to Barry. I was not going to break today.
Our group moved to the floor and we sat in a circle, each of them with a look of thought on their face. "Effy, do you have any ideas?" I turned to the voice, it turned out to be Dynasty, whom also had a scouser accent. I bit my lip and nodded. "Abstract" It was funny to see their faces change, as if all their problems were solved, but then they frowned again. "We don't really know how to do abstract, that is the other class's job." I stood up and put my bag on the sofa. "It's our job now." They all stood up, we were the only group that was. "So, how do we do it?" I pondered for a while when an idea stuck my mind. "Well, she could be in her room, it's night time and the others are asleep. We hear him coming up the stairs and everything freezes. The demons come out, they talk about the monster, some say run, some say she deserves it, then they disappear again. And the monster walks in, plays with her emotions. You deserve this, you're ugly, you're fat. You don't deserve to be alive. Then the demons join in one by one, and it goes from whispers to shouts. Then the monster hits, and the demons hit. And that happens for a bit, each one of them punching or kicking, one by one, the demons leave again till all that is left is Jacob and Melissa. And she screams and the scene ends." They looked at me in astonishment, I wasn't sure what it was for, whether it was because of the idea or because I have never talked that much, according to them. "Okay, sounds good." Imogen said "Okay, so who is going to be Melissa?" The group turned to me "Kay" I sighed "and who is going to be Jacob?" "I will!" Jack volunteered. "So that means the rest of us are demons then."
The rest of the drama class passed without any problems and when we presented the class choose ours as the best. So as the bell projected and the class left, I sat behind and waited for Crystal to talk, Barry surprisingly waited for me outside. "Now, Elizabeth, the only reason I kept this lighter is so you would wait for me." She placed it back in my hands. " This play, was chosen before you came here, however some of the scenes may affect you. So, if they do, feel free to leave, I won't make you stay." "Okay. But, I like this, because unless you have been through it, you don't get it. So it gives me a chance to explain without everyone knowing…" She smiled but inside I was astonished, I was saying way too much. Shut up, you little whore; no-one needs to know. No-one even cares. My head jerked to the side, and I panicked. That was Beth, and I can't let her back again. "Okay Elizabeth, you can go now." I stood up and left, she seemed nice, but she looked like she had a lot of secrets, she didn't need mine as well. "Hey Ef." I smiled at Barry, I decided I didn't care what Jack said, I trusted Barry more. "Follow me, I know a great place." And we walked off into the corridor.
There we go. Have a cookie.