28 August 2012
"You gotta fight back someday, Laura." Jo said. I agreed with her, but I was biding my time. It would be so perfect that she would accept defeat. Hopefully. Let's call it a work on progress. Or no work and thus far, no progress. I had better things to worry about than Oceane Gates, however. For example, I now knew about the talent contest held at the end of every year. Last year I'd had an ear infection so I couldn't play, but I was confident that I would give it a try this time. And, there were a lot of big plays going that term that I wanted a part of. I'm a pianist, violinist and an actress myself, and I love all three equally. "Watch where you're going, druggie." Oceane's voice snorted. I turned round and I think the entire school was watching as Roman turned around (having bumped into her and kept on walking) and gave her a look that could have frozen a polar bear's paws off. "What?" He asked, walking back to her very slowly, in deep annoyance. "I said, watch where you're going. Druggie." Oceane said clearly. He gave her a withering look and without even thinking about it, walked over to the bin and retrieved my gummy pencil (holding it from the non-gummy end) he concealed what he had got in his hand and walked back to her. "What's that, your lunch?" She asked with a smirk. "You really are an airheaded moron." He sighed, and she was caught off guard and opened her mouth. Like lightening, he put the gummy end of the pencil into her hair and twisted. She nearly screamed in disgust and ran into the bathroom. "Lucky that's the only place I put it." He muttered angrily as the bell went. The people who has been watching slowly migrated to their classes, whispering about the exchange that had occurred. "See? You've got to get her back!" Jo encouraged me, but I wasn't really paying attention. I had decided to be wary of this stranger, Roman, and approach with caution. If at all. Which was unlikely. I was proud of my non-gummy hair. Moreover, he was clever. He knew exactly where to hit a girl hardest without hitting her. Anyway, our first class was in stage-work and special effects, which I shared with everyone but Naomi, as she had dropped it. The others were more into it than me, and I saw that Roman, Henri and Ollie were actually paying attention. There were some optional classes, like costume & makeup lessons or economics, but of the main ones, which were Art, English, Acting, Dancing, Stage Work and Music, you could only drop one. The lesson passed with my brain in a partial fuzz, and half the time I think I might have been hallucinating a banana, but my mood improved greatly when faced with music. All my friends took the class, but I was dismayed to find that they had all paired up in the twin desks, and Ollie was with his girlfriend, Peri. It's Avan's opinion that he only asked her out because of the character from Doctor Who, who shared the same name. Ironically, Avan had been landed sitting next to someone called Sarah-Jane, who had convinced herself that they were passionately in love. Alas, I was forced to take a solitary seat. "Hello, violin girl." Oceane's voice echoed from behind the other seat. She sounded livid. Maybe because her gum was now in the sink, along with a small amount of her hair and some dirt from my shoe. Please, I prayed, let me be saved from an hour of sitting with this. And I was. "Hello, gummy airhead." Roman said to her, dismissing her presence and sitting down firmly in the chair next to me. "Ugh." Oceane snorted, flicking her de-gummed hair and sitting with one of her plastic cheerleader posse. "Hi." I said shyly. It was like my first day at Baywood all over again. "Hi." He said. "I'm Roman." "Laura." I said. Damn you, stupid hormones. They often act up. "Thanks." I added. "No problem. If that sad excuse for a girl gives you trouble, just gum her." He shrugged. "I would, but I'm waiting for a big comeback. You know, one thing that'll really just GET her." I said. It was a dumb plan. He was right, I should just gum her. "Beat her in the end of year talent contest." Roman suggested. I think she won in the first year." He said. "And last year." I nodded. "Good idea, but there's no way I could." I said in defeat. I couldn't win anything. "Right, everyone. I don't know most of you, so don't get in a mess if I forget your name for a bit." Mr Pascale announced. "So, I'm going to go round the class, starting with... I'll cheat and use somebody I know. Roman, go. What do you play?" He asked. "Uh, guitar and piano." He replied. "And do you sing?" He asked. "Sometimes." Roman shrugged. "Okay, you." He moved on to me, and so on and so on. After that, he proceeded to get very excited about how many singers he had that year. I myself cannot sing for toffee, much less join a choir, so naturally I didn't share his passionate enthusiasm for other people's vocal cords. "So, next lesson, I'd like each of you to perform a song." I froze quicker than a turkey being dropped into the north pole. Perform a song?
I know I've added it quickly, I have some of it written already. I'll be a lot slower once I get past what I've already done. Keep posting (\(^-^)/)
Baywood - Chapter 3 • Opuss № I