Adopted By The Wrong Number: Part 2

Chapter 2- End of Break

Everyone started banging on the floor. She motioned for us to stop. "Ms.Hope Miller!" Marisol started shaking me, meanwhile Mike was celebrating. I was in shock, since one of the Fresh Men won. "Everyone may leave. Hope stay here." I nodded. Everyone was patting my head, and congrulating me on the way out.

Mike and Marisol stayed behind with me. Ms.Davis had me stand up. "I would like for you to write a musical for us. I've heard you play Guitar and Piano, so you can also write the songs. Of course with assistance of your choosing." I gasped. "What!" She just kept going. "Of course something Pg, but you are very creative." I was still in shock, and signed to Mike to ask how long I had.

"You have a 1 month. We start rehearsals February 11th. But I need the final draft by the 7th, to print out. Do you think you can handle it?" I nodded excitedly. "Good just run ideas by me by this Wednesday, then you can start writing." I just nodded. When we got out the drama room, me and Marisol starting jumping up and down squealing. Mike was covering his ears.

After that the day was pretty normal, other than the fact that I was boucing ideas off of them. It was 6th period, and me and Marisol we sitting on the bleachers waiting for Mike to finish his mile. Since we already did.

"You never did tell us what you wrote." I hummed. "That means that I want to know." I rolled my eyes at her, and I told her for us to go get changed, and get our backpacks. When I got changed to my regular clothes, I grabbed my copy, that Ms.Davis gave me back today. "Here. It's all right there." She smiled. "Yes. Okay me and Mike are reading this all today, and giving it back to you by tommorow or Wednesday."

We got out of the locker room, and just waited for the final bell to ring. When we finally heard it, I walked toward the front, to find Chris parked. I jumped in, and he started to drive. "How was your first day back?" I sighed contently. "Good actually. Very good." He chuckled, and kept on looking at me.

"You not going to tell me what was very good." I shook my head no meanwhile laughing. "I got to see as you call the 'The Twins' again." I chuckled, and put on a song. I started singing.

When I finished the song we were pulling into the drive way. "That will never get old." I hear Chris say. When we get home, I rush to my room, to get an empty notebook. I grab it and start writing out what type of musicals it would be about.

I want to make it special, because this is the last play for the seniors.

·Over the Years
·Life
·Road to Success
·Money isn't everything
·Rocks

I started liking Life. Where you symbolize what type of lives all the main characters have, but something they all have in common.

I liked the idea, but of course I still came up with the plots, of some other ones. Which I also liked. I had a total of 5 ideas, and plots. The only one I didn't make any sense out of was Rocks. My plot was all over the place.

I didn't even realize how long I was doing that until Chris came in, said it was time to eat.

After we ate, I needed to get ready for bed. I took my shower, and I said goodnight, and went to my bed. Until the groupchat went off.

ReallEST Bitch:
We didn't have homework today right?

CANDY ASS:
No. No we did not.

Also Hope how are your idea's, also what personalities do I have to audition for.

ReallEST Bitch:
Seniors are probably gonna get the best roles

Dying Hoe:
Yeah probably.

Anyway I don't have to start writing until I get the thumbs up for one of the ideas.

CANDY ASS:
Shame

How many Idea's you got?

ReallEST Bitch:
How many ideas you got???

Dammit. Fucking mike beat me to asking the question

CANDY ASS:
HA

Dying Hoe:
I'm going to bed.

Goodnight Rat🐭

Goodnight Continuing Sorce of Inspiration🌹

ReallEST Bitch:
I still dont get why you call me that

CANDY ASS:
i am happy with rat

Goodnight bitch

Dying Hoe:
You should've watched the south park video, under continuing source of inspiration.

Marisol:
Whatever

Go to bed