Shakespeariance: Chapter 4

Thursday Morning

Waking up earlier than necessary, I complete my packing and throw my luggage in my family van-in the middle of the pouring rain. I grab my Mary Poppin's umberella and gloves as a second thought and jump into the driver's seat, waiting for my mom to join me in the passenger's seat. I adjust the seat to my height, bringing it closer to the wheel, and put on some Taylor Swift.

I thank my mom for the money she gave me and drag my things into the school, laughing at the rain. With a day as glorious as this, we are sure to have a great adventure and a beautiful story. I glide my way into the Student Center and just sort of sit there, relishing in the joy. What I've waited an entire year for, is finally here.

I hear my name called, and my head flies about in various directions.

"Talia!" Nick calls from the doorway.

I jump and and glide over toward him, leaping over the luggage that adorns the floor.

"Hi!" I say, with the smile that is basically freeze-rayed onto my face.
"Hey-first of all, Good morning!" He says.
"Good morning!"
"Mr. Shelley wants us to put our ensemble pieces into our own bags."
"Really?" I ask, laughing to myself, because I know there is no room for such item(s). "Okay, thank you!"
"No problem!"

I cautiously step into the Drama Room and pick my things off the rack and put the hangers back. At this time, I am certain that I will be boarding the Junior High Bus. This will be an adventure, indeed.

I carefully get my costume pieces and glide my way back by my suitcase. I collapse on the floor and unzip the overly stuffed suit case. Using all my weight that I own, I have somehow accomplished closing the suitcase. I felt like a champion.

Nick comes over and we just start talking. To be honest-I'm not quite sure what we were even talking about, we were both just so excited to be going to the City of Cedar. Soon, we board our busses and go our seperate ways, his is the High School Bus, and mine is the Junior High Bus. We are given spoons to decorate and claim our own. . . only to have it taken away by fiendish High School boys, crawling down the isles of the busses in motion.

This, I know, will be a great adventure and a great story.