Broadway Characters One Shots

moritz stiefel-spring awakening

Some people think that being the schoolmasters daughter would make for a pleasant life. In some regards, that's true. I have more educational opportunities than some other girls, maybe even a broader horizon of progressive thinking. But I've spend endless hours cleaning chalkboards, writing equations or problems to be solved, even grading papers until my fingers are sore.

Yet, I've met some of the kindest people while helping my father at the boys school. A few years ago, I met a boy named Melchior Gabor. We became close friends when my father asked him to tutor me in Greek every week after school. We often rushed through translations and conjugations so he could share his latest thought, book chapter, or conspiracy with me.

All my friends had crushes on Melchior, and were extremely jealous I could spend hours with him everyday. I reassured them they had nothing to worry about. I never had an ounce of feelings for Melchior, and I knew he didn't have a romantic interest in me either. Especially because my father would pound him to dust if he ever tried to...touch me, romantically.

Today was a sunny Wednesday afternoon. The golden sun was peaking through the thick clouds in the sky, prompting a speckling of freckles on my nose and cheeks. On Wednesday's I walk to the boys school with my best friend, Wendla. While I wait for the boys to be dismissed so I can help my father, she goes off to the market.

"Y/N, remember when we were little girls, and we used to pretend to be sisters?" Wendla hooks her arm onto mine as we stroll down the pavement.

Wendla and I have been best friends since we were little girls. Her sister was much older than her, so sometimes we pretended we were twins. It was adorable, and so much fun!

"I remember it like it were yesterday," I smile widely, glancing at her with sparkling eyes, "We looked so much alike when we were little, my mother even confused us sometimes!" We both giggle, the boys school in the distance.

"I miss those times we had. Sometimes I wish we could forget growing up, and go back to playing dolls and dreaming by the stream." She sighs, looking up at the blue sky.

"Me too. But hey, we're only 16. We've got our lives ahead of us." Our arms unhook, my free hand holding some textbooks on my hip. Wendla and I soon approach the school; our cue for parting ways.

"Promise you'll say 'hi' to Melchior for me?" She grabs my hand with a wide grin. I giggle back, giving her a quick hug goodbye.

"Of course. Mrs. Wendla Gabor has a nice ring to it." I take a few steps away from her, walking up the steps of the school.

"Oh, shhh! See you later, Y/N!" She waves with a chuckle, walking away. I straighten out my dress before entering. I smile at my reflection in the window, my favorite pale blue babydoll dress falling past my knees. I paired it with black stockings and my matte black flats.

I soon open the doors to the boys school, walking swiftly to my fathers classroom. It was the third day of sophomore year for the boys, so I know all the lessons I'll be tutored in will be harder.

I'm a bit anxious to see if there's any new boys in class! Who knows, there's bound to be a handsome one or two.

The bell rings throughout the school, doors opening in the hallway and boys scurrying out. Most of them recognize me, so they smile or wave hello. I stood next to my father's door, which was not opening with the final bell of the day.

Why isn't he dismissing the boys? They should all be done by now.

The door was tall and wooden, with a panel of glass a foot above me. I cautiously decide to stand on my tiptoes to peer through the glass. I see a room full of well dressed boys, and my father still talking and pacing in front of them.