AndreaZapiain
I'm responsible. I am, always, in every class. All my notes are in order, I do every homework. And yet, this teacher wants me to fail. He just won't take my notes. Guess what? I'm not gonna take it. I'M NOT GONNA TAKE IT. *breathes* ha, sorry. Still, not gonna take it.
The acting was superb. I said my improvised lines truthfully, and so did he. It was filled with emotion, gleaming eyes, tears, pain. The audience cheered on us. And one day, the scene became real. It happened. Just... just as if it had been a prediction. That day, theater became my life.
He knocked on my door, so sure of himself, so sure that I would answer. He was an unwanted visit, I was done dealing with the past. I was done with it. And so, I didn't answer the door. And so, I never saw him again. And so, I was happy.