As Life Goes On 5

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'Yea, so can you show me?' Tristan asks
'Um sure just follow me. I'll show you your first-class, Chemistry'
'Kay'
'You take the stairs that are on the right at the breeze way, then your floor will be on the left.' I say as we walk up the stairs.
'OK where is my next class?' I walk him through the whole school until the bell rings.
'OK now we have to go to theater, since it's our next class do you wanna walk with me?' Tristan asks.

'Yes' I immediately say without thinking. I swear its like that one movie called 'Ella Enchanted'.accept I have to do whatever Tristan wants, not Everyone in the world. We walk down the halls silently as I watch everyone stare at Tristan.
'Does it bother you?' I ask, curiosity getting the best of me.
'The starring?'
'Um yea, I would get wierded out, if I had everyone looking at me every time I enter a room.'
'Yea it kinda does, I was doing a pretty good job of ignoring it before you brought it up. Besides I'm used to the starring. This is the third time I am going to a new school.'
'Really? Why is that?'
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'Well its because of my mom's job. Their company keeps moving.'
'Oh' Poor kid. Has to move everywhere. Ugh I have to ask the question
'Where did you go to school before you came here?'
'I was at Washington,in Thurstan County. I was at Avanti High School.'
'With your mom?'
'Yea.'
'Oh I herd you were with your grandparents there.' oops! I covered my mouth. I thought he was going to kill me, but he laughed instead.

'Where did you hear that from?' Uh everyone! duh1
'Umm I don't know, it's just a rumor I guess.'
'Huh,' that was all he said until we got to Theater.
'Good afternoon class!'
'Good afternoon Mrs. Porton.' The class replied.
'Today- Oh! it seems we have a new face here, don't we?' she eyed Tristan.'What is your name boy?' She asked him
'Umm my name is Tristan. Tristan Fortly.' Tristan answered.

'Oh yes! Mr. Fortly! Come, take a seat.' She gestured to a chair.'Now young boy, Why have you come today? You were supposed to come tomorrow.' Mrs. Porton says in her powder puff voice.
'Well my plane arrived earlier than it was scheduled to-'
'How lovely!' Mrs. Porton interrupts.'Now, boy, Stand up!' Mrs. Porton says in her 'Do what I say or else!' voice Tristan stands with a jolt. I couldn't help but tweak a smile.
'Now son, Pleas take a seat were the rest of the class is seated.' She says with her powder puff voice again. He walked up towards me and sat in the empty seat.

'Is she always like that?' he whispers
'Umm yea.'
'Oh, great.'
'Now class, we are going to do the play Midsummer night's dream by William Shakespeare' Everyone groaned. 'Now, class I know a lot of people have done it before, but I think it will be great! I've always wanted to do this play when I was in high school, why shouldn't any of you?' A boy named Franklin raised his hand. 'Yes Mr. Marlyhorn?'
'Mrs.Porton, last year you directed the same play to the senior class.' Mrs. Porton gave Franklin the 'Death Look' and he immediately became quiet.

'So I will put up actors and actresses who will be in the play. We are only going to do act 4 scene 1. The whole play is too long, and we had some complaints last year, so were going to cut it short, really short. So I have a clipboard in my hand that has a list of everyone in this class. I want you to take a look at it and write down who you want to be. A list of people in the play is there. If you don't want to be in the play you can just write down 'stage help'. Ok this will take up the rest of class so get started, and think!' She put the clipboard on the stage and everyone bolted towards it, except couple people, including Tristan and I. I turned to Tristan.
'Why aren't you up there getting your part? You look like you could be an actor.' A hot one at that. I just noticed that his eyes were a rich chocolate brown. Mmm yummy. Gosh he is nothing like my dream Tristan. He is waaaay better.

'Well I don't really act much. I mix up my words a lot, and I'm not a big fan of William Shakespeare, why aren't you up there?' Again I feel compelled to answer any question he asks.
'Well when I was little we did a school play and when it was my turn to speak I froze, and started telling everyone my worst fears, and confessed every lie I told.'
'Oh so stage fright? Then why did you join Theater?' again I feel compelled.
'Well I thought it might be a good way to get rid of my stage fright, but I haven't worked up the nerve to actually do anything about it. I've actually been working with the stage, and helping create some of the scenery instead. I've actually thought of quitting Theater and joining Choir.'
'Don't quit.' I immediately erased the thought of quitting.

'Ok'
'Well the reason why I don't want you to quit is because it would be nice to have someone I know to talk to while doing stage work.' He didn't have to explain himself, I wouldn't have quit anyway. I don't know why though...
'It's ok I totally get it. C'mon lets go put 'Stage help' by our names on the clipboard of hell' He laughed and followed me.