Zelda Harrington is a drama nerd and is the lead actress in the next High School production. But what happens when star quarterback, Link Starling, receives long term detention and, not only takes interest in the play, but wants to take on the lead roles with Zelda?

When acting in love turns into loving while acting, hearts will be broken and mended and dreams will be lost and found.

Started: 5/5/06 11:30 PM
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"So, Zelda, what type of drama do you think Mr.Chelson will select for our next production"
"Uh. I don't know"
"What do you mean, 'I don't know'! You're his favorite student!"

Mr.Chelson was the drama teacher. He had an uncurable addiction to acting and playwright in general. Zelda had taken his class ever since she was a lowly freshman and soon grew to be his first, and foremost, favorite pupil.

Zelda was incredibly gifted in the art of acting. She could fool many into believing she was ill, upset, happy, just about any emotion she could think of! Some would call her overly dramatic, but she prefered the title of "Drama Queen". What else would fit better?

She was in her junior year now and she could finally feel the dignity throughout her body of being classified as an "upper" classmen. The thought of being sixteen going on seventeen, able to drive and moving up in the social and age ranks meant a lot, sentimental wise atleast.

She was still classified as a geeky nerd to all her peers with no life outside of Drama Club and Thesbian Meetings. These two extracurriculars pretty much summed up her little life in a nutshell. Typically, she spent time reciting lines for the plays the clubs would put on.

The season was fall and school had just started recently, about a month ago to be exact. The student government officials for each graduating year had already been selected by their respective student bodies. All the clubs were struggling to get their announcements heard on the intercom in the morning routine, desperate for the incoming freshman to join their clubs, and all the sports teams were gearing up for their competitive seasons.

The fall sports included Field Hockey, Volleyball, Soccer, Cross Country and Football.

How drama geeks hated the word "sports" or anything to do with athletics. It was almost like a swear word, as far as they were concerned. They utterly depised the word, and even moreso, the players. Being picked last in gym class is never fun, but when those players stand out from the rest and make fun of you for being last...well, that's a road that would crush anyone's self esteem.

Regardless, the theatre enthusiasts (or "Thesbians" as they prefer to be called), express their emotion through acting.

Drama class, to the sports players, was more like a class "you take to fill up your schedule". You don't take it with reccomendations, or anything of that sort. You just need a filler class and Drama happened to be it.

However, drama class to the thesbians was more than that. It was like an escape from daily ridicule and gave them freedom to express their thoughts.

"Now, it's to be said in this manner of speaking..."

"Psst...! Hey, yo, buddy Link!" whispered a classmate from the corner of the room.

A blonde boy shifted in his seat. His head was down, covered by his arms and he had been using his red and black blazer as a pillow. It was obvious, though not to the teacher, that he'd long since been asleep.

"Link...hey, buddy!" whispered the classmate again, this time slightly louder.

The blonde boy lifted his head from his desk, drowsy and annoyed.

"Using a tone that is adequate in deliverance and..."

"Hey, man, you awake yet?" called the classmate again.

The boy sat up and turned his head to locate the voice of the person who'd just earned themselves a butt kicking for waking him up...that is, if he could remember to do so later. Probability? .02

"What do you want, Rytek? I'm not in the mood." Link replied. It seemed asthough he was completely unaware of his surroundings as he said this statement rather loudly.

"Excuse me, Mr.Starling. Would you care to demonstrate?"

"Pah. Are you kidding?"

"...No. I'm waiting on an answer, Mr.Starling."

"No."

"Thank you, Mr.Starling. Minus 20 points from your grade for lack of participation today."

Link sighed as Mr.Chelson walked off to bother some other unfortunate soul with his incessant rambling. Mr.Chelson, to Link, sounded like someone strangling a goose.

His head sunk back down into the comfortable blazer on his desk. Many students in the class wore the same blazer as it was a sports team issued item of clothing...as were the hoodies, uniforms, jackets.

"Link! Do we have practice today?" called Rytek again, this time he sounded like he was genuinely asking him. Rytek was only a sophomore, a year behind Link (a Junior, himself). Rytek was just a little nobody guard for the team. His purpose? None, really. Link got the feeling that Rytek was trying to kiss up to Link so he'd put in a good word. 'What a sneaky, sneaky devil.' he thought.

"Yeah, Rytek, it's today right after school gets out."

"And, what is it that you are conversing over, Mr.Starling?"

Mr.Chelson, again. The guy doesn't quit.

"Hmm? Oh. We have football practice after school today. I was confirming Rytek's--"

"Oh, I see. Well then, because football seems much more important than Drama, you'll need to make up the time you waste in my class talking about football after school!"

This hit Link like a bunch of bricks. "What do you mean?"

"I mean detention, Mr.Starling."