My first day as a “scrub” was going great; No bullies, problems, or even any homework! Also, surprisingly, I enough loved all my teachers. Yet, the day wasn’t completely over. At lunch, I hung out with my friends that I had made on the cheer squad. We talked about our classes, teachers, and of course all the cute boys we had seen around school. I told them that I was full of excitement and couldn’t wait until my 5th period Drama1 class. We joked around and imagined me becoming a famous actress, thanks to my drama classes. When the first bell rang, being that we were freshmen on our first day of school we darted to class, just to be extra sure that we weren’t in any danger of

I walked to the outside of my class, right next to the student store, the door to the class was shut, so I joined the group of excited students outside the room. As I talked to my fellow classmates, I heard a sudden squeak from the door. A man with long brownish wavy hair peered through the crack. Everyone turned to him and he opened the door revealing a pitch-black classroom. “Come on in!” all the students bunched into the darkened stuffy classroom. It smelled like fresh-coated paint for the first few minutes the class took to get situated. “Hello, and welcome to Drama1. I’m Mr. Martin.” The man with a very projecting voice flipped his long hair behind his shoulder and smiled. “Now, in order to stay in this class, you must perform a monologue!” He held up a stack of smooth white papers with a few paragraphs on each one. The papers looked as if they had just been copied. I imagined the warmth of the freshly Xeroxed papers in my hands as I thought, Wow, an assignment already?

I jumped out of my seat and stumbled clumsily to the dark stage. “Crystal lights!” The light turned off and suddenly a bright stage light blinded me. I squinted as the class started at me. The tips of my fingers began to sweat as

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I’m Martin”, Hey I’m, , Stage Production, cleared throat, cheer dance, read words,