First Day at Arc, Junior First Period
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You practically run down the hallway to your first class. If the first ten minutes of your first day is any indication, life is going to be very exciting as a Joan of Arc student. You are not even late and still, you can't bring yourself to slow down until you reach the school's auditorium where your first class will meet.
You sigh when you reach the doors. You are thankful for the tour you took on the day you got your schedule, and for the person who showed you where to find each of your classes. You hope that since you and the girl with the auburn hair were headed in two different directions, that will mean that she will not show up in your first class. You realize, however, you won't be safe for the rest of the day.
You pull open the heavy door to enter into what looks like a big, dark cave. I'm not nervous, you think, as you walk inside. But you are.
"Hello?" you say quietly.
It is too dark to see anyone, though your eyes are beginning to adjust. You also realize that you are walking slightly downward, deep into the cave, something you would have preferred not to do. You remember how you had not wanted to register for the class at all, but it was open, and none of the others had been. The counselor had offered encouragement, saying it would be an easy morning class. The counselor said nothing about dark, cold, cavernous dungeons.
A spotlight suddenly blinks on so that you can better see the seats, the aisle in front of you, the large stage, still a bit ahead, and one person on the stage. You freeze.
"To be, or not to be, that is the question."
The person onstage, apparently a guy, continues through his speech as more student enter behind you. They come slowly at first but quicker and quicker as the soliloquy continues. Many of them stand around the spot where you stopped. Some of them enter through other doors, doors you did not even know about.
One minute or so after his last word, applause begins. You join in. It seems like it is over. The lights come up, dimly at first, and then the entire space lights up.
"Hi, everyone," the guy on the stage says.
He walks toward the wide rounded edge of the stage.
"My name is H-- Well, everyone just calls me Guffy. You are here for the theater class. That will get started in a minute. I'm here to let you know that we are holding auditions this week for the fall play. Anyone who is interested, please be sure to sign up after class, or there's also a digital signup sheet that you can find on the Arc portal page. And don't worry. We aren't doing any Shakespeare this year."
The guy, Guffy, or whoever, bows and runs offstage. You and the other students are left standing around looking stupid. The ones near you look around at one another, as if to find a clue as to what to do. No one resembling a teacher has shown their face. All at once, they begin to sit down.
You decide to:
Find a seat and wait for what comes next
or
Turn around and leave the auditorium and never come back
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