Hanging up my winter coat and shoving it deeper into my locker, I attempt to get my head back in the game of school. Around me, classmates converse in pods, discussing who went where and who hooked up with whom. From the scattered whispers between my locker and the gym, I infer that there was some sort of major drug bust and that at least three freshmen are facing expulsion. Sucks to suck, I guess.
"Please, let it be Dustin Martinez," I mutter. He is certainly stupid enough to engage in that kind of behavior. I get in the line for "Last Names: S" and wait to pick up my new schedule. Everything except gym is a year-long class, so all I need to know is which 5th hour elective to show up for. Scanning, expecting to be put in either Art or Creative Writing, my heart skips.
5th hour: Introduction to Theater
What the actual hell?
Don't get me wrong, I know I'm dramatic as all get out, but theater? I don't want to take theater!
"What's wrong?" Felix asks, snatching the schedule out of my hands. Scanning, he cackles when he finds the change. "Theater?! Why would you sign up for theater?"
"It must be a mistake," I state, reaching for my schedule. "I'm completely sure I did not sign up for theater."
"I did," Felix states. "I bet they gave it to both of us by mistake."
"Wait! I thought there was a policy against siblings in the same classes."
"Only core classes. Electives are fair game. See you in class, unless you're scared." He chomps his gum and heads off to go join his friends from the football team. I climb the bleachers to join Jamie, Jessie, and Rebecca, their heads bent over each other's schedules.
"Theater?!" Jamie squeaks when she reads my schedule. "Drop it, as quick as you can."
Considering the challenge presented by my twin and his smirk, I shrug. "I might as well see how it goes. How bad can it be?"
"Bad," Jamie states. "You turn red altar serving at church. And that has no speaking parts."
"Actually, it might be fun," Jessie supplies. "I was thinking about trying out for the school play, since I don't play a spring sport."
"Oh," Jamie says, then, "well, I'm sure you'll get a part."
"Maybe," Jessie says, looking down at her binder.
The bell dismisses the hoard of students then, but we linger on the bleachers. The student body moves like a water hydra, slowly making its way out various doors. When the doorways are passable again, Danny and I head toward Advanced Science.
"Are you excited about this semester?" he asks as we walk hand in hand.
"You two are still together?" Mr. Jones asks as we enter his room.
"Nope, just holding hands for fun," Danny states.
"Here's your sign," I follow up, and then realize that smarting off to Mr. Jones probably is not the wisest idea I have ever had. "Um..I..uh..sorry," I mumble, my face scarlet.
Mr. Jones chuckles. "Don't worry about it, Strait."
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