Post by lydia on Feb 22, 2013 14:17:30 GMT -5
Lydia was tapping her pencil against her notebook, humming the melody to Take Me or Leave Me from Rent when she saw Travis walk in. She could feel an apology for being late coming on, so she interrupted him before he could say it.
"Don't worry about it," she said. "I've only been here like five minutes and I was early anyway," she smiled at him as he sat down with her.
It was after school and on a day there was no rehearsals. It was starting to get crunch time since the play was in December, and she also had her solo at the Winter Showcase to worry about. Not that there was actually anything to worry about. She was singing Barbra. She could do it in her sleep. Actually, she did do it in her sleep. Her mom had to wake her up a few nights a week to tell her to stop singing Funny Girl at the top of her lungs.
"You know, I am so sick of all these Jews. I mean, I'm Jewish. I have to hear about this every week at Synagogue. I don't need to hear about our suffering every single day, too." Her mom would probably kill her if she heard her say that, but having to read Night and The Book Thief and then study them for months on end? Exhausting.
She enjoyed the class though, even if it was full of rude people in the back. They seemed to enjoy calling her names and even throwing things at her when the teacher wasn't looking. She believed it was because they were all jealous of her clearly higher intellect and overwhelming talent. She happened to know that a few of them had auditioned for the school play and hadn't made it. They were clearly just angry that was she more talented/better in every single way than they were. True she didn't get the lead role...and she didn't get understudy either, but that didn't matter. It wasn't like they were doing West Side Story. That was next semester. She'd probably run away if her mother cast Carol Maree ahead of her for Maria. But she was positive that wasn't going to happen because Miss Maree was out for the rest of the season. How dreadful.
She finished bubbling in a doodle that said Lydia Grace ♥'s Cooper Ray in a giant heart when she looked back up at Travis. He was such a sweetheart. They'd become friends because the hecklers in the back of the class also liked to pick on him. She didn't care if they were mean to her — people were always mean to her. But Travis wasn't obnoxious in class like she knew she was, raising her hand for every question and comment. He just sat there quietly doing his work. She didn't think it made since for them to be mean to him just because he was a junior in sophomore English. Big deal. His grade was probably higher than their's anyways because he actually tried, unlike them. That's what Lydia thought mattered most. It didn't matter that he wasn't a steller reader. He tried and that's what counted.