Post by rlyzitzmollz on Dec 6, 2009 22:05:33 GMT -5
Amidala Grey was ready. She was ready for whatever was going to hit her. She'd brace herself and let the pain come. Because she knew what didn't kill her made her stronger. A few summers ago, she broke her leg. When it healed, she could dance harder. This school was her dream. So whatever happened there, be it bad or good, she would come out better. She refused to graduate without having made something of herself. Something big. Something important.
Wow, she thought, it's just like in Fame. She got out of the car.
"Bye, mum," she said, letting her British heritage slip. Her mom was from England, and her dad was an author, on book tour in Europe when they met. So, he stayed there for a while, then moved there permanently. Their family moved to America when Amidala was 4. Since then, they lived in Pennsylvania her whole life.
"I hope you have a wonderful first day. Make new friends!" her mom, Sherri, said. She smiled, nodded, and turned to cross the street. "Oh, Ama!" Sherri said, calling her back.
"Yeah?"
"Do try to make new friends, sweetheart." It was sometimes hard for Amidala to make friends. She didn't give off the most...inviting vibe. She sighed. She was glad her mother cared about her....maybe this school would be different. These people all had the same interests as her, they all were like her. If she didn't make friends....oh well. This school wasn't about making friends. It was about becoming famous.
"Okay, mom. Love you." And with that, she turned and crossed the street into her new life.
8:30
Homeroom
Room 201A
Ama was used to going to school at 8. This was a huge relief for her. Sleep=great. This high school was local. She never planned on going to to normal high school. The theater school was all she talked about from 6th grade and up.
She sat at the front of the room, hands folded on the desk. She'd imagined everyone would already know each other. She'd imagined jam sessions going on in the back of the room. Nothing. Nobody was dancing or singing. Everyone sat. Everyone was afraid. We are freshmen, Ama thought. It'll get better.
The teacher, a short woman with freckles and straight brown hair, stood up from her desk and addressed the class.
"Hi!" she said, waving. She wore a french beret on her head, a hot pink tank top, jeans, and pink flip flops. "I'm Miss Delaney. I'm one of the English teachers here at Keith Maley Theater Arts School. I, as your homeroom teacher, am obligated to lay down a few of the need-to-know basics of this school. Firstly, you are divided into two academies. Stage Acting and Screen Acting. These decide what classes are required for you and what are offered to you. For instance, The Stage Acting Academy must take at least two classes specific to stage acting technique, and you are offered things like Monologues, Music, Show Choir, and such. But someone in the Screen Acting academy may also take Monologues. The academies share some classes. About the housing--"
At that moment, two boys burst into the room, interrupting her. They were obviously not freshmen.
"MISS DELANEYYYYYYYYYYYYY WHERE'S YOUR BOYFRIIIIEND???" they sang dramatically, arms outstretched towards her.
"Alright, Harry, Sam, go on, get to class."
"But we're big strong seniors now, D!" the one called Harry retorted in a British accent. "Homerooms for babies anyway."
"And," Sam interjected, non-British, "we wanted to come see our faaaavorite English teacher!"
"That's very sweet boys," Miss Delaney said, herding them out, one hand on each of their backs. "Goodbye." She punctuated the end with a smiley face and closed the door behind them.
"As I was saying," she continued, "housing. You have all already applied for housing.
Wow, she thought, it's just like in Fame. She got out of the car.
"Bye, mum," she said, letting her British heritage slip. Her mom was from England, and her dad was an author, on book tour in Europe when they met. So, he stayed there for a while, then moved there permanently. Their family moved to America when Amidala was 4. Since then, they lived in Pennsylvania her whole life.
"I hope you have a wonderful first day. Make new friends!" her mom, Sherri, said. She smiled, nodded, and turned to cross the street. "Oh, Ama!" Sherri said, calling her back.
"Yeah?"
"Do try to make new friends, sweetheart." It was sometimes hard for Amidala to make friends. She didn't give off the most...inviting vibe. She sighed. She was glad her mother cared about her....maybe this school would be different. These people all had the same interests as her, they all were like her. If she didn't make friends....oh well. This school wasn't about making friends. It was about becoming famous.
"Okay, mom. Love you." And with that, she turned and crossed the street into her new life.
8:30
Homeroom
Room 201A
Ama was used to going to school at 8. This was a huge relief for her. Sleep=great. This high school was local. She never planned on going to to normal high school. The theater school was all she talked about from 6th grade and up.
She sat at the front of the room, hands folded on the desk. She'd imagined everyone would already know each other. She'd imagined jam sessions going on in the back of the room. Nothing. Nobody was dancing or singing. Everyone sat. Everyone was afraid. We are freshmen, Ama thought. It'll get better.
The teacher, a short woman with freckles and straight brown hair, stood up from her desk and addressed the class.
"Hi!" she said, waving. She wore a french beret on her head, a hot pink tank top, jeans, and pink flip flops. "I'm Miss Delaney. I'm one of the English teachers here at Keith Maley Theater Arts School. I, as your homeroom teacher, am obligated to lay down a few of the need-to-know basics of this school. Firstly, you are divided into two academies. Stage Acting and Screen Acting. These decide what classes are required for you and what are offered to you. For instance, The Stage Acting Academy must take at least two classes specific to stage acting technique, and you are offered things like Monologues, Music, Show Choir, and such. But someone in the Screen Acting academy may also take Monologues. The academies share some classes. About the housing--"
At that moment, two boys burst into the room, interrupting her. They were obviously not freshmen.
"MISS DELANEYYYYYYYYYYYYY WHERE'S YOUR BOYFRIIIIEND???" they sang dramatically, arms outstretched towards her.
"Alright, Harry, Sam, go on, get to class."
"But we're big strong seniors now, D!" the one called Harry retorted in a British accent. "Homerooms for babies anyway."
"And," Sam interjected, non-British, "we wanted to come see our faaaavorite English teacher!"
"That's very sweet boys," Miss Delaney said, herding them out, one hand on each of their backs. "Goodbye." She punctuated the end with a smiley face and closed the door behind them.
"As I was saying," she continued, "housing. You have all already applied for housing.
