For writing, we wrote a fictional story about a bad guy and a good guy but from the good guy’s point of view. Here’s mine:
I woke up and jumped out of bed. I gobbled up my breakfast and rushed to school. On the way there, I studied my script. Today was the auditions for the school play! I was hoping for the lead, but I’ll be okay if I don’t get it. After all, I think I’m a good actor and that’s all that matters. When I auditioned, I wasn’t so nervous up on the stage. When they announced the cast, I felt like my head was going to explode! I got the lead! I didn’t want to brag, but I also didn’t want to seem like I wasn’t grateful, so I smiled. Not a big, braggy smile, but a nice, happy smile. I heard that my friend, Scarlett, got to design and make the dresses. Well, I thought she was my friend. We saw each other in line to audition. I said, “Hi, I’m Penelope! What’s your name?” I said that as friendly as I possibly could, without sounding too friendly, like I was crazy. Then she said, “Scarlett. Don’t go telling people we’re friends. I don’t want people thinking I’m friends with someone who’s not as good as me. Then again, no one’s as good as me!” I thought it was a joke, but then I started to realize what she really meant. Anyways, that night I practiced my lines over and over again, even though rehearsals didn’t start for another week or so.
When I came to school the next day, Scarlett was showing people her ‘amazing’ dresses. I have to admit, they were pretty good, but if I had that talent, I don’t think I would be running around telling people how great I was. Then again, she could just be asking if they look good. I don’t like to assume bad things about people. Scarlett came up to me and said, “Hey, here’s one of your dresses. I stayed up all night making them, so thank me.” “Thanks…?” I answered, trying not to sound so much like I was questioning her. I looked at the dress. It was shiny, but not blinding. It was soft on the inside. I put it in my backpack and went to class.
After school was over, I grabbed my backpack and headed home. When I got there, I took my dress out and looked at it. I could’ve sworn it wasn’t all ripped up when Scarlett gave it to me! What in the world happened to it?! So I tried to fix it, but I think I messed it up more. I decided to leave it alone. The next day after school, I asked Scarlett to fix the dress, but I didn’t get a good answer. “You ruined my beautiful dress?! I’m not fixing this for you!” she said. So I left it alone again. A few hours later, I took it to my friend who sews. She said that she would love to help me, but that her sewing machine was broken and her brother hid all of her needles. What a situation! So I left it alone, again. Another day passed and I took the dress to a tailor. He said he could fix it for $50. I thought that was a little overpriced so I left alone. Again. The next day, I asked my mom to help me. She said she would fix it!
She gave it back to me, and just in time. It looked good as new and the first rehearsal was the next day! I took it to school and put the dress in my dressing room. I realized that I forgot my headband outside, so I went out for a minute and grabbed it. When I came back, the dress was gone! I told Scarlett. She immediately started accusing random people. I told her to stop and that it was probably my fault. But she kept accusing people. So for the next few days, I rehearsed in my clothes. Then weeks passed. The dresses still weren’t there. I had to practice without a costume for a long time. I decided to quit the play. When I announced it, my understudy (someone who takes over the lead’s role if that lead can’t perform for some reason), Victoria shouted, “Wait! I…I’m the one that took your dress. I wanted to be the lead, not just the understudy. I’m sorry.” I thought that was really weird because she never apologized for anything. After thinking it over, I came up with a compromise. I announced, “We have lots of performances, so we would alternate who plays the lead in each performance. If one of us was supposed to play the lead, but we get sick or hurt, the other one can play the lead.” Everybody was happy, even Scarlett.