My aim for this chapter is to make you laugh, if you don't, I owe you a packet of tangy cheese Doritos. Deal?
D A N
Thursday 7th September, 11:23am.

None of the others had Drama. Phil and PJ had Art while Chris had Business Studies, leaving me to find my way to Drama on my own. Yay, I can't wait to get lost and turn up late for class.

I wandered aimlessly around the grounds, looking for the Performing Arts corridor. I clutched holding of the school map, revising all the different areas while trying to locate my next class. According to the piece of paper in my hands, Drama is meant to be near Chris' class, yet he went in a completely different direction. Maybe there are shortcuts that I'm yet to know about.

The walls were covered with different photos, all of school performances. Some were posters advertising past events, others were the children on stage, and the rest were miscellaneous pictures of random events. All of these colours decorated the beige walls, making it even brighter than the art department. The teachers must put a lot of effort into making their department enjoyable for the students, unlike most of the other teachers in this public school.

I found the class PA5 and also found a line of eager students, gossiping something horrible about another student. I wouldn't know, I am evil, but I wouldn't stoop that low. Everyone was chatting, except for one girl with blonde curls. She was playing a game on her phone, giggling to herself. She was minding her own business, so I decided not to bover her.

"Alrighty class!" A cheery, male voice came from behind them. We all turned to focus our eyes on a tall, brown-haired man with a fading green top and blue jeans. He had quite hairy arms and legs, and puffy, red eyes. But he had nikes on and a packet of sharing tangy cheese Doritos, so he seemed cool. "My names Mr Dawson, and today I'm going to make some of you A* superstars! And as for the rest of you, I don't know, have a good time?" He stuffed his hand into the bag and threw a couple of Doritos into his gigantic mouth, then gesturing to follow him into the classroom.

It was like a large boardroom, complete with said board, a circle of black chairs, and a couple of windows. Mr Dawson grabbed a higher-class chair than ours and placed it in an empty slot of the circle, sitting with his legs apart, as we placed our bags down and took off our shoes. I didn't know why we had to do that, maybe to let our sweaty feet have some freedom after a session of Sociology without air conditioning? Probably. We sat down in alphabetical order, me sitting inbetween a girl called Dani Dank and a jock called Maxwell Ease, but they seemed pretty annoyed to be sitting next to a newbie. I sank into my chair while Mr Dawson did the register, but I couldn't keep my eyes off the girl who also sat awkwardly in her chair, squirming around as she tried to get comfortable.

"Ok class," Mr Dawson smiled, "my ex just broke up with me last night - which is why I'm bingeing my life away with my fifth packet of Doritos today - so, you guys are going to prevent me from falling into a night of sleeplessness and tears by putting on a good first performance so it doesn't seem like my careers a flop!" The class just stared awkwardly, some murmurs being past among students.

"What are we creating then?" Dani raised her hand,

"Well, Miss Dank, we are going to be creating an amazingly funny break up scene that will make mine seem completely normal!" He chuckled, but under his breath, I heard his small mumbles. "Why did Lisa have to leave me...?" Thank you, super hearing. Once he composed himself, Mr Dawson clapped his hands and put on a fake smile. "Now, I'm going to put you into twos, and your partner will be your partner for the rest of the year. You will do your GCSE performance with this person, and you will revise with this person in class. So try and be friends at least."

As he called out the names, students got up from their seats. Some hugging their friends like long-distance lovers, other huffing in disappointment. Dani Dank and Maxwell Ease were called out already, so I was out of hope. They were the only people that were interesting to me, except...

"Daniel DeLovato and Louise Pentland."

The girl I'd been staring at stood up, and so did I. We both waddled up to each other and shook hands.

"'Ello partner," I smiled, trying to sound like a cowboy, but ended up sounding like a weird man you'd find on the streets that'd try to sell you a over-priced, rubbish magazine and his body odour would smell like dead rats. Too much? Sorry, I've been thinking too much. But at least she chuckled.

"Happy to meet you, Daniel." She smiled, pulling a chair out to sit opposite me.

"So, what video games do you like? I saw you playing one earlier." I asked, typical boy question, Dan, well done.

"Oh, just Happy Wheels. I find enjoyment in cartoon characters losing their heads and their intestines splitting into two." She looked down at her feet,

"Same. I enjoy playing as the Segway business guy because he always looks like he's living the thug life, even when he's lost one of his legs and blood is everywhere." I chuckled, Louise just smiled.

"At least someone understands my feelings. Most girls want make-up, while I want more expansion packs for the sims."

"Hashtag relatable." I said, trying to act my age but sounding like a grandpa trying to be hip and down with da kids. Or should I say Mr Dawson.

"So, D-Slice! L-Dog!" speak of the devil, "what are you two doing? Anything better than my relationship?" He really was trying to get down with the kids, and shove his break-up in our faces.

"I think you should stop thinking about her, sir." Louise patted him on the back,

"True," Mr Dawson admitted,

"I was thinking funny to get over the fact that it's sad for the man. Meaning we can add loads of random jokes." I spoke up, trying to sound like I knew what I was doing (but I definitely didn't).

"Like my love life," he mumbled again, once again - thank you, super hearing. "Anyways, good luck and the winning group get a massive chocolate bar each - if I haven't binged them already! hA hA hA hA!"

"Cool," we smiled at him, gritting our teeth as he walked away. I swear I heard him sobbing as he got back to his desk. Poor dude.

"Anyways, let's get started!" Louise jumped from her chair.

To be honest, seeing as we had half an hour to create a play, we did exceptionally well. It was about a man whose wife is leaving him for a picture of Evan Peters, and let's say it was relatable in more ways than one. It took a while, with a couple of arguments above what the characters should do, and a few fits of laughter from our ideas. But overall, it was cool to see that people's opinions can be very different to mine, seeing as all my family are biased. After several other people performed, including Dani Dank, Mr Dawson said them fatal words.

"Ok, Daniel and Louise, show us your stuff, and not the stuff down there." We stepped into the spotlight, and I took a deep breath. I was shaking with slight fear, but I just needed to get this over and done with. Mr Dawson doesn't really care if it's bad or not, to be honest.

"Honey! I'm home!" I walked, gasping as I saw my 'wife' stroking the picture on her phone.

"Gerald! It's not what it looks like!" Louise shouted, shocked. She was actually a pretty good actress, and we got a few giggles.

"Carol, I went and bought five guys for us! That's way better than the freaking saver menu from McDonald's."

"But Evan can give me more than five guys," she smirked, scrolling through the different types of Evan pictures on her phone. We finally got a reaction from the class, and thank god it was laughter. "I feel like Evan has a lot more in store for me."

"But he's a picture!" She gasped at my character's comment, "what about us? Our real relationship?"

"Well, seeing as you've offended my little Evan, we're over, Gerald. Come on, picture of Evan Peters, let's go."

As Louise walked offstage, I pretended to eat the food as Louise swiftly went on her phone and starting playing Silent Night [the one Caspar Lee uses in his videos] - which was bound to make everyone laugh. I pretended to cry and eat away my feelings, until Louise stopped the music and came on to bow. By then, everyone was laughing from our comedy, and we were receiving massive rounds of applause from the rest of our classmates.

"Amazing! Splendid!" Mr Dawson shouted, "that made me feel so much better, he got replaced by a picture! aHA!"

We went and sat down, and watched the others perform after that. They were alright, some quite peculiar, especially one where the wife turned into a feminine form of the hulk and ripped out the husbands intestines. And to think that was done by the quiet nerds who sit by the dumpster every day for lunch. Very peculiar. The bell rang for lunch, but the teacher stopped us all before we left.

"Well done for today, just want to let you know that even if I'm not your tutor, you call still talk to me when I'm not emotional. I'm not always like this, by the way. You guys are some crazy people and I'm really going to enjoy teaching y'all this year." He smiled, then cleared his throat. "Now, can I talk to Daniel and Louise please?"

As everyone rushed out the doors to eat the vile fish and the soggy chips served in the canteen, we waited for Mr Dawson. He grabbed two bars of chocolate, wrapped in purple foil, and placed them on the desk next to him.

"Have you guys done drama before?" We shook our heads, "Would you ever consider becoming actors when you're older?"

"Maybe, it seems pretty cool." Louise answered,

"And Dan, what do you want to be when you're older?" A super villain who destroys the world and makes everyone bow down to them. But of course I can't say that.

"An actor seems pretty cool, I guess." After saying that, he handed us our chocolate and smiled.

"You deserve this, and I can see big things happening to you two when you grow older." We both smiled, hoisting our bags up onto our shoulders so they don't slip down our arms, and walked out of the open door.

"Thanks Mr Dawson!" We smiled, exiting and leaving him alone with his thoughts. I think I've found my favourite teacher in this school, and a girl (space) friend. She seems pretty nice, and as we went to lunch, she didn't leave and go some group of girly girls. She stayed by my side, following me and talking to me as we reached the table occupied by Phil, PJ and a sad-looking Chris. Then, I knew - from that moment on - Louise was a friend to keep.

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Did I make you laugh?

This is Shane Dawson comedy without the intense sexual references XD

Yes, I got the idea of 'Picture of Evan Peters' replacing Gerald from Smosh's If Kanye Was President video (#pictureofwhitneyhoustonforpresident2k20)

QOTD: what's your favourite smosh video?

Me: either GRASS WHEEL or hEY YO WE GOTTA GO AND TELL U TWENTY ONE THINGS WE'D RATHER DO IF SOMEONE OFFERS YOU TOBACCO SAY U GOT OTHER THINGS YOU'D RATHER GO DO

brb gotta go get a sense of humour ^-^
- Georgia Da Bae Llamacorn :D