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The next day at school, Hailie had a hard time concentrating. She couldn’t help but to feel so dirty. And who would blame her? What she was doing was disgusting. She sat in a single chair in the dim classroom of Mr. Scrovotto. He liked to think of his classroom as a private home for his students. A place where they could feel comfortable to act and express their feelings. So the classroom was fairly comfortable with dim lights that helped foreshadow the mini stage that Mr. Scrovotto had to rehearse scenes.
“Spring Play is coming up and I think we all know what that means?!?!” Mr. Scrovotto said in excitement. He always had a passion for drama and it showed greatly during his classes.
“Auditions!” The class yelled in unison.
“Right!” he said. “The play will be called Fears Who Follow! Now, just by hearing the name of the play, what do you guys think that it will be about?”
Brittany raised her hand over-excitedly.
“Yes, Brittany.” Mr. Scrovotto pointed to her sharply.
Brittany smiled. “I think it will be about a character who has some certain fears that she is trying to get rid of. But the more she tries to get rid of them, the more she thinks of them. Because it becomes a problem in her head that she just cant push away because they’ve grown. So she begins to get focused on her fears but doesn’t realize where those fears are coming from. That they’re coming from something way down deep.”
“Good!” Mr. Scrovotto congratulated. “Very good. It’s always a good thing to look at a title and dig down deep. Most people don’t realize…”
From there, Hailie zoned out. Think intently at Brittany’s summary. Focusing on how similar it sounded to a life she knew.
“Hey Hailie!” Brittany yelled as she exited drama class. “You signing up for auditions?”
“Yea,” Hailie smiled. “Definitely.” She wrote her name down on the sign-up sheet and handed it to Brittany.
“I think this play will be a good one.” Brittany exclaimed. “It’s got a lot of drama and seems to be a little intense. It will definitely be one that will capture the audiences mind. What do you think?”
Hailie took a deep breath. “I think it will be a play that will be a great understanding. Like it wont be the kind of play that the audience can know but one that they’ll feel.”
Brittany nodded. “I agree. Especially if you get the lead role.”
“Hey, you never know.”
Hailie leaned against her bathroom wall in nothing but a skimpy underwear as the camera flashed. She couldn’t believe that Brad had gotten her in such a mess. She posed in a different position and the camera flashed again. No matter how much she tried to think of a way to get out of this situation she couldn’t come up with anything. The camera flashed again, only this time it caught her with a tear stranding down her cheek to her jaw bone.
She forcefully plugged her camera cord to her laptop and sent Brad the pictures she just took.
Then snuggled under her covers trying hard to fall asleep and think that the next morning was going to be normal. That it would make her forget about the deal she made with Brad. She closed her eyes but opened them quickly when she heard her IM pop up.
She slowly got up and brought her laptop to her enormous bed.
“You look beautiful in those pictures…more soon?You’re gorgeous, the most beautiful girl I’ve
Ever seen…Love You.”
Beautiful? No boy has ever called Hailie beautiful. Not even her dad. Being called beautiful felt nice. Although it was from Brad, it made her feel wanted. As if she was needed. And she liked that. But Brad? Well, that’s a different story…
AN:: Sorry its so short but ill update as soon as possible as soon as i get 15 rates!! next part will be longer and better!!



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