Drama

"Yeah, just lead the way then." Vyvyan told his class. For different lessons, he and his class would have to walk all over the school much to his dismay.

"It's only up by the senior school office." Kirstie said, not looking back and continuing her conversation with Sam, which somehow resulted in them both laughing hysterically.

"You mean all the way up there?"

Osman turned around "Yep. Up all the stairs."

Vyvyan sighed. He hated regretting breaking Rik's wall down with a sledgehammer, but it was good for a laugh…

The class spoke, shouted and laughed with each other very loudly, causing concern with other teachers in their classes they passed. Vyvyan, however, couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

Eventually, everyone made it up the infinite flights of steps and to the drama room next to the school's office.

Omar, who held the register that he had to do himself since his new teacher didn't know how, dumped it into the box with 8ME written on it, even though their old teacher was temporarily unavailable. Next to his class box was the other classes, some with their registers in them and others without.

Inside the drama studio, it had bluish carpeting and black curtains lined the wall overhang. The only performing area was within the curtains which was a 7x7 meter square. Beyond the curtains was the rest of the room going around where the chairs and table were stacked along with the school's drama folders. On one side were the stairs that led up to the balcony area along the roof of the studio. That's where all the props and clothes were kept and where light maintenance could be taken place. It was carpeted up there too.

Everyone stood in the middle of the performing area. Vyvyan cleared his throat "So, uh, what do you all supposed to do now?"

Appalled by their teacher's bad vocabulary at that present time the kids didn't say anything, unsure if their teacher was really a trained substitute teacher or some lowlife picked off the street… And their bet was on the lowlife.

"Right then…" he murmured, knowing his class thought of him as a weirdo "I'll let you do what you all think you should, awright?"

"Yeah." They all replied.

Vyvyan nodded, went behind the curtains and grabbed a chair. He sat on it at the side of the stage area. Of course, being Vyvyan, he sat on it back to front and leaned on the back of the chair "Go on then," he encouraged "Do something!"

The kids suddenly burst out in a flurry of screams, shouts and laughter and began chasing each other around the room, not what a drama teacher would've called performing at all! But for Vyv, it was good enough.

He pulled out his favourite knife (more like a dagger) and started fiddling with it. Poking the sharp tip into the chair and gauging out holes.

The girls sat in a group and talked to each other and watched the boys fling themselves around and across the room.

"So, what do you think of our new teacher?" Manaal asked us, glancing back at Vyvyan who was now standing and concentrating in twisting his dagger through the chair to make a smiley face.

"He's cool." Sam replied.

Sarah raised and eyebrow "Really? Why's that?"

"He isn't like any other teachers, y'know,"

"Yeah I figured." Kirstie interrupted sniggering.

Sam elbowed her hard and continued "And he let's us d what we want… Well, so far anyway. I don't think he can really be that bothered if we ran away from school brought back explosives and blow up the Astroturf!"

"Sam," Kirstie said "Nobody would care if you blew up the Astroturf!"

"Whatever!"

"Yeah, that was a pretty bad example." Manaal admitted "But Sam does have a point. Look at him, he's just as thick as a rock."

Everyone nodded.

"I had a pet rock once but it died 'cause I forgot to clean the poop out of it's cage…" Sam said, casually, keeping a relaxed. Blank expression.

The girls like at her and shrugged. They were used to her randomness.

After a short silence, Sarah whispered to Sam "I still have that picture if you want it."

Sam's eyes lightened up "You mean the one of…" she looked around to make sure her other mates weren't listening "Ben Turner?"

Sarah nodded "It's on y camera still, I'll send it to you on msn, okay?"

"Cool! Thanks." Sam blushed "Keep it quiet about the fact I like him, okay?"

"Oi!" Vyvyan shouted out, so loud in fact, that everyone froze and turned to him. He pointed to Stuart who was just half-way through the curtains "No going behind the curtains. Otherwise I can't keep an eye on you." Bloody hell… I'm beginning to sound like a bloody teacher!

Everyone continued going about their business. Little did they know, their next lesons was in the workshop doing… Design&Technology…

You know… DT, saws, hammers. MDF, wood, vacuum, soldering irons, and all the other little things in life… Vyvyan and electronic tool… heck, Vyvyan and a piece of wood don't go well together!