Drama.Drama.Drama. (Open to Forks Students)

[Cleo Harley Lambert]

It was last lesson and Cleo was ecstatic that the day was drawing to a close, all her classes earlier that day had been difficult, she didn’t know if it was the rainy weather but she’d had some very troublesome pupils. The bell echoed around the drama studio and Cleo let the class she was teaching leave for their last lesson. “Don’t forget I want your research submitted to me by Friday!” she shouted over the din of the class as they left. Some of the students looked her way; others made a show of not hearing her and leaving quickly. She rolled her eyes and sat down in her chair pulling out the register ready for the next class.

She hoped, as it was an older class the students would be considerate and just do the work she set but somehow she doubted it. She stood up smoothing out her cream skirt as several of the students entered the studio. The studio was extremely large, she’d managed to get a grant so they could improve the facilities and they now had two new rigs of lighting as well as a new booth for the lighting techs to sit in and control the lighting and sound for different performances.

Cleo glanced at the clock, only one more hour, she thought and then she could curl up on her brand new sofa with a glass of wine and just unwind. Well she could hope for that anyway, no doubt the children would cause some sort of a riot to disturb her.

“Can you all make a circle in the middle of the room please” she said as she ticked off several names from the list, “Oh and can someone strong go up on the lighting deck and get the two lamps down for me? I need them for tomorrow. Two of you might need to do it” she said brightly.

Wordcount: 319
Notes: Soz its short but it should be fun =]

[Edward Cullen]

E D W A R D CULLEN

"That’s Edward. He’s gorgeous, of course.
But don’t waste your time. He doesn’t date.
Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking
enough for him."

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Edward smiled to himself as he walked to drama, it was the last class of the day. School always felt short to him, unless his was split from Bella. Then he spent the day worrying over unnecessary things, such as her being attacked by a radioactive beaver. He knew perfectly well that infact radioactive beavers did not exist, it was simply his and Emmett's fall back option for when one of them overexerted their strength resulting in some extreme structural damage. Though maybe one day the rate the Chinese were going it shouldn't be long before those friendly glowing critters were crawling through the streets of Forks. "At least there would be no more need for street lights" he thought. He was great full it was the last lesson of the day, it wouldn’t be long before he was back at Bella’s house and they had an hour or two before Charlie returned. When Charlie arrived home, Edward had previously stayed in Bella’s room but it was both distracting for the both of them and made Charlie suspicious about all the time she spent “alone” in her room. So now he spent the time doing some homework, or seeing his family. He mostly spent this time with his family, by spending so much time with Bella and watching her sleep he tended to not see them. Especially after Italy, he hadn’t left Bella for months, when he did return he could see the strain in Esme’s eyes. He didn’t like to upset his Mum or the rest of his family, so he was now a much more rounded person. Though usually the time was spent helping Emmett hide the evidence to whatever latest antique he’d broke. Somehow between them last week they’d managed to knock a great whole out of the side of the house, of course it was fixed within the hour… but she still wasn’t impressed.

Edward stopped to avoid the hustle and bustle of the previous class leaving the drama room, one child walked into him. Edward glared though he was sure that the child was probably suffering from being winded at the very least. If not a collapsed lung. His wandered to the seats which were arranged in a circle, he was rather early, no-one he actually spoke to was in the class yet. Glancing over to where his teacher sat he noticed the strain in her face, it couldn’t be easy handling these children. He smirk crept over his face, “Yeah maybe you could do with some help… bit heavy for you aren’t they, even Newton could lift more weights that you bro’” he muttered to the large vampire sat next to him, if the chairs weren’t arranged in a circle he was expecting to be hit, thus resulting in more radioactive beavers in the vents. He left his seat, and wandered over to the lamps.

Tags: Emmett, whoever, Cleo.
Wordcount: 488

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[emmett cullen !]

E M M E T T C U L L E N

You are just jealous of me !
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Emmett kissed Rose on the forehead before strolling down the corridor towards the drama studio. He’d been transferred into Edwards’s drama class after a small incident had happened in his old drama class in which one student had ended up in E+R. They had then decided that Emmett would be better off in Edwards’s drama class – after all Edward could keep the big excitable vampire under control – but this also meant both Edward and Emmett were in another class with Mike Newton.

He strode into the drama studio and smiled at Mrs. Lambert the drama teacher. She looked exhausted today, probably had a dramatic day, he chuckled to himself as he took his seat. Knowing Edward would have heard that thought he grinned at his brother. He did crack himself up sometimes. He was about to make a remark about a certain Mike Newton to Edward when Mrs. Lambert spoke up. Emmett grinned, knowing he wouldn’t need any help but Edward piped up causing Emmett to punch him in the arm. A loud bang echoed round the big studio. ”Them damn squirrels” he said before standing up. ”I’ll help. Considering Edward here is a bit too weak to help” he strode towards the lighting deck and considered for a moment bringing both down at once but then that might blow the secret.

Instead he bought one down and then made the next journey to fetch the other one down. Putting them in the corner of the room, he’d move them if Mrs. Lambert wanted them moving but for now he took his seat as he watched the rest of the class arrive. Newton was sporting a lovely stain on his trousers from where Emmett had got him to spill drink down himself. Which naturally brought on a batch of laughter ”looks like Newton had a little accident” he managed to say through his laughter.

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Tag ! Edward, mrs. Lambert and whoever else.
Word Count ! 314
Lyrics ! Eminem – big weenie
Listening too ! Lady Gaga - Summerboy
Notes ! sorry that sucks

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