A Little High School Drama - 6/7

In order to keep posts short, I am splitting up the short story I wrote for my Fiction Portfolio into sections. It is coming to you now - serialised. How very 1800's! It isn't the greatest solution because it will get posted backwards and to read as a whole will involve some scrolling. But the seven sections will get released slowly, so most will be able to read it as it comes. The story is quite conducive to this as it was written with breaks, which I'm using to divide up the sections. Enjoy!

It was two weeks before the casting list got posted. Auditions had to be held in all the other schools as well. On the bus ride to school, Julia felt shivers of excitement run up and down her spin. Beside her, Brianne was practically vibrating with energy and talking none stop. “Juls, it is going to be great! So great!” She kept saying. “What if I get the lead? Wouldn’t it be awesome if I got the lead? Cinderella. I mean, I would totally make a great Cinderella.” As if to prove it, Brianne shook her long blond curls and beamed over at Julia.

Julia smiled back and turned to look out the window. The last couple of weeks they had spent every bus ride talking about what parts they wanted in the play and what jobs they would like for backstage. Brianne liked to paint, so was hoping for something in set decoration. Julia was still excited about the different marketing and business positions that were available and had even started to jot down ideas about tickets and advertising in a notebook.

As soon as the bus pulled up to the school, Brianne and Julia were the first ones off. They rushed to the Drama office. Turning the final corner, Brianne grabbed Julia’s hand and gave it a squeeze. The list was posted. Their bus was always one of the first to arrive at school, so the hallway was relatively empty. Julia stared at the clean white piece of computer paper taped to the Drama office door. Winter Semester’s Senior Drama Class List it read at the top, followed by a chart with four columns. The list was arranged alphabetically with each student’s name followed by their school, the part they were to play, and the backstage task they had been given.

Julia skimmed the first column of the chart. Her name wasn’t there. She checked again, slowly reading each name in the list and noticed that Brianne’s wasn’t either. Neither of them had made it into the class.