"Oh Shi-" Vince put his phone away."My bad." Like I'm doing anything. Vince got some Bar-bells from his bag, and started to work-out in class. Gotta be prepared.

((In the future, please refrain from foul language))

"Vince, pay attention to the actors!"

I sighed, the looked over at Rinae.

"Go for it." I said "Just say the stuff, and we'll do it."

I gulped, and leaned in closer. "But....We don't have lines."

((No really, how do you want me to start this off?))

"Exactly. You just make it up as you go along. You just have to include those variables. Don't think we are doing all the work. Don't worry if it comes out weird. It'll be funny. It's not like anyone else could do any better."

I nodded, and gulped. I walked over to a desk that we had set up with a typewriter on it, and sat down on it. I placed the typewriter on my lap, and out of my pocket, I took out my reading glasses. I sighed, and tried to think of what to say. My mother had told me that I could be a very good actor, despite my fear. I hoped that this was one of those times. I cleared my throat, and looked at the boy that had helped me earlier, Spencer. I pushed my glasses on my nose, so that I could look busy and intimidating by lowering them. I snapped my fingers, and pretended to act like I was impatient and busy. "Spencer, I see that you are late again. Do you have my coffee? If not, have Mira make it." I paused a second, and looked back to my typewriter, before looking up again. "Now, snap to it, I don't have all day you know!" I said this part in an English accent, which I could copy since my father spoke that way, and I kept my glasses low so that I would have to tilt my head downwards, which, again, made me look more intimidating and impatient. I also managed to keep my low voice. I was glad to be sitting down, because my whole body was tense from being on stage, and I was close to running off. But it was always the small part of me that kept me up here.....I never knew what that was, but once I found out, I would get rid of it.

"The 'actors' are not even acting! Why do you care, this is my only day in this class." Vince put away his bar-bells and put in his Ipod. and put on his hood so the teacher can not see it. Heh heh.

Spencer looked at her, shocker and soon realized what he was supposed to do. "Excuse me? Is it not you who is my assisstant?" He turned to Mira and clapped his hands. "Mira, please attend to the matter of her coffee. Chop to it!" He stomped his foot and crossed his arms over his chest. "Now, now. You shouldn't have such an attitude like that! It isn't lady like one bit."

I smiled a bit and had to lower my head to keep anyone from seeing me trying to stifle my laughter. I regained my senses, and looked back up.I looked to Spencer with a surprised look. "Excuse me?" I said quietly. "If I am YOUR assistant, then why do I pay YOU?" I raised an eyebrow at him. Without waiting for an answer, I rolled my eyes, said, "That's what I thought." and looked back to the typewriter. After a minute, I looked back up. "Where's my coffee?!"

((The typer only pretends to type, but that's fine. But they are acting as a narrator figure.))

((Um am I in or not?))

((My bad, yes, you are accepted. And we can continue this way , as opposed to the typer being a narrator.
If anybody wants to skip Theatre and get to the action, PM me. If I get 4, we will.))

I decided to make my entrance.
"Here you go, ma'am." I said, holding an imaginary cup of coffee.
"I apologize for your other secretary's rudeness. Excuse us." I pulled Spencer to the end of the stage, pretending to whisper, but saying it loudly.
"Listen, you." I said threateningly "Keep that up, and both of us might get fired. Do good work, we get paid well, and neither of us will break any bones, if you know what I'm saying."

I smiled as another boy took Spence off stage. I then pretended to type. "And where is Mira? I want to ask her something." I then looked up and snapped my fingers. "One of you two, can you find Mira for me?"

Peter watched the "actors" from his seat. The girl named Rinae apparently had a problem with stagefright. I used to be like that. But once you can perform in front of classmates who would rather watch paint dry than you, you can perform in front of anyone. He then looked around and sighed. He was the only eighth grader in this class. Sometimes it's lonely being talented .

"Yes, ma'am! One thing, though..." I walked up to her "You have to use the other variables, remember?"

"Variables?" I whispered, or squeaked. AT that point I wasn't sure which. I sighed, but remained tense. I tilted my head and leaned in closer so that the other students couldn't see my look or hear me. "I'm a seventh grader, Xaviar. What do you mean by variables? What type?!" I whispered, shocked. I gulped and leaned back. There was an uncomfortable silence around us.

"I'm a sevie too. They're a 5 gallon case of coffee, jupiter, and a model."
I walked away, then back, pretending to be holding a heavy object.
"Here! 5 gallons of coffee so we don't have to get any more."

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks. Unfortunately, I wanted caffeine." I stood up and walked over to Xaviar. "You look around 14 or 15 to me." I whispered to him as I pretended to pick up the gallons. I pretended to open up the lid, and looked surprised. "Well, what do you know. It is caffeine." I pretended to get out a cup, and pour some coffee into it. I took a "sip", and sighed. "Thank goodness. I was tired of waiting." I glanced at my watch. "Five minutes to finish this paper." I said. "Lovely." Actually, it was 5 minutes until the bell rang, and then I had early lunch. I didn't know how I got the early one, but I knew that all grades ate with each other.

(( So sorry for not posting, but you guys posted so fast! ))

Mira imagined Jupiter, large over the heads of the audience. "Great. Just great," she muttered. These guys were SO immature.

She walked over to the "case" of coffee, opened the top, and pretended to scoop a big mug of it. "Mmmmm. Dee-licious!" she said with a huge grin.

I smiled at the girl. "Ah, there you are, Mira. Where were you?" I asked, no longer smiling. I pretended to sip a mug and cross my arms with a pretend - angry look.

I decided we needed to get the other variables in and wrap this up.
"Check out this cool new poster I got for my office! It's a picture of Jupiter! Cool, isn't it?"

I took the hint and looked at Xaviar. I stared at him emotionlessly for about a minute, then smiled deviously. I kicked the desk I was sitting on lightly, and an idea hit me. I remembered that this desk held a large balance ball used for back and stomach exercises. I got off and went to the other side of the desk, and lifted out the ball with great difficulty - the ball was at LEAST as wide as two of me standing shoulder to shoulder, and went from my head to my waist. I was, in other words, pretty big. I took it out, grateful that it was red, and showed it to Xaviar. "And here is a model of Jupiter."

Spencer sighed as he stood agains the wall outside the auditorium. "Finally...I'm so glad I'm out of there." He looked around cautiously before proceeding into the hgallway. "Ya know? I should have an excuse. I'm a senior, we need to get places faster than those little kids. I'm kind of surprised nobody saw me leave though." He glanced up at al clock. "Only a few minutes left..."

I smiled, looked around, and frowned with the look of some sort of betrayal. The audience seemed to think of it as an act, thankfully. I was about to say something, when the bell rang. It made me jump and drop the ball, and I heard a few students laugh. Muttering, I walked off the stage after Mizzo's dismissal. I walked, muttering the whole way, into the hallway and looked around. Some classes weren't out yet. I walked out of the room slowly, and looked around again. I walked back in, and waited for Xaviar before leaving.
My pet peeve: Being the first one to leave or enter a classroom, and the last to leave or join one.
((For when Xaviar/you do:))
I waited until he left, followed him, and looked to him. "Did you notice when Spencer left earlier? You know, before the bell rang?"

Mira followed the others out of class, nervously clutching her bag.

((I'll be away until the 7th, so you can just take over my character for a while. But please don't, like, leave me behind. D: ))

"No, I didn't." I said. I jumped when the princapal's voice came on over the intercom.
"Will Xaviar, Rinae, Peter, Vince, Mira, and Spencer all please come to my office? Thank you."
I looked over at Rinae.
"I guess we should be going to his office. Hopefully we aren't in trouble or anything."