So this year I am doing something different with NaNo and putting it all here for all to see! This is the first glimpse into the NaNo this year. This is unedited, straight from my head. Don't judge too harshly!
Word count: 2027
Enjoy!!
Start:
William looked around and got excited.
Today was the first day of the school year and he knew this was going
to be an excellent year. The performing arts school finally accepted
him into the ranks and he was going to make it big. Oh to walk the
hallowed halls that the greats have walked. The world is my
oyster today he thought to
himself. Stepping off the train, he slowly made his way uptown.
Standing in front of the building that the man himself had studied at
filled him with trepidation as well as an overwhelming feeling of
completion.
For
the last two years he had been trying to make it in this school. His
dream of standing on stage, singing his heart out, performing,
allowed him to do nothing less. He was going to make it, he had no
other option. Broadway was his dream. Cabaret, Phantom of the
Opera, Newsies, he didn't care. The goal was to be on that stage and
this school was his first step.
With
his schedule clutched in his hand, William took his first steps
inside of the building as a student. His first class was rather
mundane, English. He knew it was important to be well spoken, but he
also knew that English was not his major. Classroom 113, west side
of the school. Looking down at his map, he figured out where he was
and then slowly made his way towards the classroom. Stepping into
the classroom, he looked around. There was a vast diversity to the
students standing around the room, some new some returning students.
At 15, William was one of the older kids who stepped foot into the
classroom for the first time. He knew this and became determined to
make new friends. He would make friends.
Aisha
took a deep breath. The first day of school in a new country.
Slowly getting up from bed, she knew today would be the first day of
the rest of her life, and she hated it. “Aisha, downstairs,
breakfast” her mother barked at her. Slowly moving, Aisha put her
bathrobe over her pajamas and made her way downstairs.
“What's
for breakfast?” She asked, looking across the table at her family.
“Big
breakfast for the first day of school!” Her little brother, Zahid,
answered her, obviously full of excitement. He is always
way too cheery to go back to school
Aisha thought to herself as she sat down to the table.
“Are
you excited for the performing school?” Her mother asked her,
passing a plate of eggs towards her.
“Yes,
mama, I am excited. I guess.”
Aisha
hated school, she always had. She knew she was lucky to be educated,
so many girls weren't, but school was not something she enjoyed.
This year, while she had gotten into the performing arts school, she
found herself even less excited. It was hard to move across the
world. It was hard to leave all her friends, and now she had to deal
with a new country and trying to make new friends.
Stepping
off the train, Aisha looked up at the school building before her.
She was excited to learn more about the performing arts. Being an
actress was her dream, though her father was not too keen on the
idea. He always wanted her to go on and become something important,
like a doctor or a lawyer, but that was way too much school for
Aisha. She had her own dreams. Getting a script from her agent,
memorizing her lines, stepping into hair and makeup, finally looking
at the camera, knowing she was going to perform and that camera was
going to broadcast it across the world. Famous. Famous.
Looking
down at her schedule, Aisha saw her first class was English, room
113. She knew where that room was, having walked her schedule just a
couple days before with her father and brother. Looking around to
get her bearings, she quickly made her way to the classroom. The
room 113, with it's number illuminated against the darker hallway,
loomed in front of her. Adjusting the scarf on her head, she walked
into the room. There weren't many people in the room just yet and
Aisha spotted a desk in the back corner. Moving towards the desk,
Aisha smiled at the students staring at her. This was going to be a
long class.
Grace
moved towards the train with the confidence only a 15 year old young
woman can possess. She was moving towards her element, her school.
Stepping down into the subway, she found the whole place disgusting.
I can't believe people enjoy taking the subway
she thought to herself. This whole place is so dirty and
dingy. And this light does nothing for me.
Scanning her metro pass, Grace stepped through the turnstyle, trying
to touch as little as possible. She would not let the dirty wheel
ruin her outfit.
Putting
her bag on the floor in front of her seat, Grace looked down at her
book. No, she wasn't going to actually read, but she had heard that
people left you alone if you pretended to be busy on the subway.
This was important, because the last thing she wanted to do was talk
to these people.
Life
here sure was different from where she came from, and Grace loved it
so much. There weren't people here who thought wrestling a pig was a
fun activity. Any time she had mentioned her hometown to people
before, she always felt like she was being judged by their country
ways. No one took her seriously because they all thought she knew
how to rope a cow or ride a horse. Sure, she did know how to do
those things, but only because her father had made her learn so she
could help on the farm. She hated every minute of it, and she was
sure to let people know.
Looking
up momentarily from her book, Grace caught site of what she thought
was a homeless boy sitting across from her. She felt sad for him for
a second, but then he took out an apple from his bag and began eating
it. Gross, she
thought, who would eat on this train? Loser.
Grace had very little tolerance for people like him. It wasn't hard
to better yourself and she just couldn't understand why this boy
wasn't trying to be better.
Stepping
up to the school, Grace felt at home. She was home. Today was the
first day of her third year at the performing arts school and this
would be her year. She was sure to be voted best in her class, and
this was also the year that she would start focusing more on her
craft, rather than the pesky school stuff of the last two years. She
was bound to become the queen of the choir and ready to take her
place in the schools hierarchy that gave students a chance to be on
stage in real productions. She was going to be a star this year.
Looking
down at her schedule, Grace groaned at her first period. English
with Mr. Hasher. She had heard such horrible things about him as a
teacher. She didn't understand why she had to continue taking stupid
English, she'd been speaking it her whole life. Not only that, she
didn't understand why a man like Mr. Haser was still teaching. He
hadn't been in a production in ages, and he was a freaking dinosaur
in the business. Slowly Grace made her way towards room 113.
Moving
in the hallway was exciting. People remembered her, of course, and
greeted her. She knew if she kept talking to everyone she would be
late, but she also knew that it was more important to make friends of
future stars than it was to sit in English class. As the first tones
began to ring out in the school house she slid into Mr. Hashers
class. He greeted her with a contempt in his eyes, but she had made
it, so there was nothing he could do to her anyway. Sitting in the
middle row, Grace took out her notebook and began to doodle. This
was going to be a long first period.
Gregory
rolled out of bed before the sun was up. Blinking at the small alarm
clock, he quickly turned to wake his little brother so he could make
up the bed. “Jason, come on. First day of school.” Nudging his
brother, moving on towards the shower and hoping his brother would be
up when he got out.
“Gregory,”
his mother called from the other room, “the hot water is out again.
I have to go in for a double shift. Can you make sure Lilly and
Jason get to school? And that Alan and Daisy get to daycare? I'll
take Peter with me.” Leaving no room for him to decent, his mother
was out the door before Gregory even processed what she was saying.
Great, another cold shower and I
have to get everyone to school?
Gregory silently cursed under his breath as he turned the water all
way over to hot, praying his mother was wrong. She wasn't. The cold
shower left him little time to think about anything but washing up.
Today was the first day of school. He couldn't be late.
Moving
to the kitchen, Gregory saw that his little sister was already
cooking breakfast. “Good morning” he greeted her, hoping his
voice was happier than his cold shower mood.
Lilly
just threw a hand over her shoulder and continued to scramble some
eggs. “Dad didn't send any money this week. The gas was turned
off.” Lilly didn't hide her contempt for this fact. Gregory
nodded at the back of her head. “Everyone is up, will you get them
in here?”
Gregory
rounded everyone up into the kitchen as Lilly doled out the eggs.
There weren't enough, there never was, so Gregory quickly split his
eggs among the younger kids. He tucked a couple apples into his bag,
they would just have to do. “Come on everyone, we have to get
moving.”
Settling
down on the train after dropping off the youngest kids to daycare,
Gregory realized how hungry he was. Taking an apple from his bag, he
began to think about his day. He was in his third year at the
performing arts school, despite being a year younger than most people
in his class, and he was excited. Yeah, he knew he wasn't going to
get fame this year, but maybe he would get on the chorus line of a
musical. That was his goal. Biting into his apple he noticed Grace
sitting down the car from him. He knew who she was, but only because
she was the biggest diva in the school.
Getting
off the train at school meant he was home. This was one place where
he wasn't all that different from everyone else, maybe even a little
better than them. His mom worked hard to make sure he could go here
and he wasn't going to blow it for anything. As he stepped into the
building he made his way towards the front office. Caroline, the
office attendant, often had some baked goodies on the first day and
he was hoping to score a muffin or biscuit.
“Good
morning Gregory,” Caroline greeted him. “I saved you a blueberry
muffin, your favorite.” Handing him his prize he saw the genuine
worry that he knew Caroline felt for him.
“Thanks!”
he exclaimed, trying not to scarf down the muffin in front of her.
“You make the best muffins.” Waving as he made his way out of
the office and towards first period, English with Mr. Hasher. A
tough teacher, so he had heard, but it was English and that was one
class, outside of performing, that Gregory loved. Stopping at the
door of class 113, Gregory wiped his mouth one last time, crumb
checking of course. He stepped into the room, excited for the
beginning of the school year, and hopefully the best year of his
life.
End
Until Next Time!
