HALLO FANS OF DRAMA CLUB!

It's me, Shannon. How have you been? I know I haven't updated this story in forever, I've been busy. I got a job, and in effect, a life. I guess.

While I was breaking (more like GAHISHOULDWRITETHISBUTIDONTFEELLIKEIT) I got some reviews about how similar this story is to High School Musical.

IT'S NOT.

I have yet to see HSM. I originally, at first, based this story off the book "No More Dead Dogs" but that plot playout was completely different. The more I thought about it, the more I realized, yes, this has been over done. No, it doesn't feel like it has and, yes, Zelda needs a drama club story to be told. HSM is probably good and all, but it's can't be that similar if I've never seen it.

A Walk To Remember, anyone? Nicholas Sparks?

Sorry about this long Author Note. I felt it needed clarification. Thanks for reading this thus far! It's slightly short. But if you guys like it, I'll keep goin' :)

C Lunch on Zelda's Perspective- 12:15 PM

"Zellldaaaaa!"

A familiar pale and dainty hand with nails coated in bright red polish waved infront of the blonde girl whose eyes were cast down, deep in thought.

"What!...Malon?" She asked, agitatedly.

"...Nuffin. Just wanted to know whats got ya down."

"I just--"

A few tables behind her and to the left, an infuriated blonde boy forcefully slammed his plastic tray on the table as he sat down next to his football buddies. The entire cafeteria ceased it's chatter, though only momentarily, before continuing.

Zelda turned her head, confused by the racket. As soon as she saw whom caused it, she immediately lost interest and turned back to face Malon.

"Stupid Starling." She muttered as she munched on her soggy Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich.

Malon shook her head. "He's an ass, let 'em stay that way." Malon popped open a bag of Fritos and started to chow down. There was silence at their lunch table for a few minutes until Malon revived the earlier talking subject. "By the way, you never did tell me what's been buggin' ya."

Zelda put a piece of her sandwich down onto the plastic bag. It was cut into four squares with white bread, grape jelly, crunchy peanut butter and no crust, just the way she liked it. One of the square pieces oozed jelly from outside of the bread and onto her ziplock baggy.

"I'm nervous, Malon."

Malon put down her Fritos. "Does this have to do with..."

"Yes. I just found out a few minutes ago when I went to return the books I borrowed from him for the summer."

Malon shook her head and tapped the table with her beautifully manicured red nails. "But Zel! You're never nervous about this kinda stuff!"

"Malon! Of course I am!" Zelda frowned as her eyebrows knitted together. "It's not just that. Well, let me reiterate. It's that and more."

"Go on..."

"Chelson picked the play and...the Drama Club is short wellover fifty people required for the play to continue!"

"...WHAT?" Malon shouted, unaware of her voice level. "FIFTY PEOPLE?" She nearly jumped out of her seat, shaking her fist in rage.

"Shh, Malon, you're attracting attention!" Zelda said timidly, glancing around at her fellow C-Lunchers whom were either staring at Malon's strange outburst, googliy-eyeing Starling or just...being plain.

Malon grunted, slowly taking her seat once again. She took a breath, bracing herself for more bad news.

"That's only the beginning, unfortunately." Malon's jaw dropped as Zelda continued, "there's so much going on, there's no way we'll be ready for the production." Zelda glanced up at the clock, noting that they only had a few minutes left before they would be harshly interrupted and would have to return to classes.

C Lunch on Link's Perspective- 12:15 PM

"God damnit! Could this farking line move ANY slower? I mean, damn, I've been in here for what...Shiek? How long have I been standing here?"

"Ten seconds, man. Will you chill out? What's with you?" Shiek ran a hand smoothly through his hair while he stood behind his blonde buddy, Link. Shiek was a running back, therefore, he got along very well with Link.

"I've only got the WORST afternoon planned." Link began sarcastically as he interrupted himself to order. "Two Cheeseburgers, a Sprite and a bucket of fries. Make it snappy." The lunch lady behind the sneeze guard creased her brow for a moment. "Please?" He added. He seemed to have trouble remembering the asking part instead of the telling part.

"Whaddya mean, worst afternoon? We have a serious football practice!" Shiek said, while Link reached over the sneezeguard to recieve his food. The lady waited a moment, looking at him as though she expected him to say something more. Link didn't bother to look back at her as he walked on to cashier line.

Shiek shrugged his head. "Sorry about my friend. If it's possible, I'd like Pepperoni Pizza, please, with a side of guacamole, nacho cheese and fries." As soon as the lunch lady made his meal, he thanked her and speeded on over to Link in the cashier line.

"Stupid Chelson and his stupid detentions." Link said while munching on a fry. "That ass, he's going to ruin the football team."

Shiek was silent. Shiek, though he was in Drama II, he didn't much care for drama and subsequently, slept in the class often, however not as often as Link would.

"Why didn't I take a class that actually MATTERS in life?" Link was far off in his own little world, probably, as Shiek suspected, pondering how to decapitate Mr.Chelson.

Link paid for his lunch, and waited by the exit for Shiek. Shiek quickly followed and tried to talk sense into Link. "You know, those detentions he assigns...they're quite...long and boring. You won't get off in just one shot."

"You don't think so? I'm confident I will!"

"Well, there's that...and there's the final cuts for the team are today."

"And I'm worried, why?"

"You won't be there to pick the best players and you probably won't be at football practice for quite some time."

"DAMNIT." Link flung his tray onto the table, startling the inhabitants around him. He caught the glance of a blonde, some amount of tables infront and to his right and looked down at his food immediately. "What does Harrington want?"

Link begun to chow down, unable to say anything else for the rest of the lunch period, while Shiek began to talk about what's been happening recently in and out of school. Link was left alone to, in essence, bide his anger and waiting for the right person to release it on. Mr.Chelson.

Link seems a little pissed off, spoiled and just...a jerk, don't he?

and Zelda's like, a geek with her PB+J. (Don't hate, I ate that way all last year.)

And Shiek has a funkydunkey lunch, if I do say so myself.

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Love, Shannon