My Vignette's

I looked around at all of the people; there were tons of them. So many, probably hundreds. All of those parents. My heart was beating faster and faster. I was getting more and more nervous with each passing second
”I’m going to forget my lines. I know I am! Oh gosh! What do I do?” I thought to myself.
And then Daniel finished his line and I knew it was my turn.
I pulled the microphone closer to my mouth, but nothing came out. I had no idea what my line was! I looked at Daniel and tried to give him a look to tell him that he needed to make up something, quick, because I had no idea what to say, but neither did he. I was so confused, all I wanted was for it to be over, I pleaded that it was him who forgot his line and not me. I heard somebody yell for me to say my line from back stage, but I couldn’t, I didn’t know what to say or I would’ve said it. Daniel and I both stood there looking helplessly at each other for what seemed like minutes. Finally Daniel made something up, and I sure was thankful. We quickly finished the scene and I ran off stage. The embarrassment had finally ended, but the scene sure hadn’t gone as well as I’d hoped!




I arrived at school, early, and was the first one in Mandala to line up for the bus. Finally, more people started to come. I didn’t know anybody else, so I just waited in silence. I waited for a while, just standing there, and then the girl behind me asked me what grade I was in. I told her 7th, and she told me 8th, and we started talking. And waiting. And talking about waiting. Hours later, after most of the other buses were gone, our bus finally showed up. I sat next to the girl who i had talked with earlier and we talked on the bus about ourselves, and how late we were going to be to class. After a long drive on the bus, we finally arrived at school. A big crowd of people tried to squeeze into the school, and we gathered in a crowd as the teachers told us what to do and where to go. I looked around and all the unfamiliar surroundings, and all of the unfamiliar faces. People started going to their classes and I tried to find my first period humanities class to no avail. I frantically searched but I couldn’t find it anywhere. I finally went to the office and they told me where to go. The class was hidden in the back of the school. I arrived to class about 10 minutes late and walked quietly in. I found a table with an available seat, and sat down. This was the beginning of the future.