28: My name is Tessa

A hush falls over the hall, I start for the stage, nearly exploding with anxiety. My heart beats against my chest, I feel eyes on the back of my head and all I want to do is scream, instead, I hurry to join Miss Jota.

She points to a line in her script. Scene two. “We can start from here today,” she says. Unable to talk, I nod. Her hand lowers, she frowns. “Where’s your script?” I swallow, my finger juts in the direction of my school bag and she lifts a tiny brow, probably wondering why I left it there. In my hurry, I forgot it. “Do you know the lines?” I don’t know how I manage to nod but I do and she walks off the stage. “Start.” 

Blondie puts two fingers in his mouth to let out a whistle of support, Miss Jota’s stern gaze lands on him. “Quiet.” He offers a sheepish apology and her eyes fall back to me. “Tessa, over to you. We are waiting.” 

Ben is alone on the first row with the others seated behind him. He frowns when I delay to start and I lose