The Anecdotal Drama Teen

Tuesday morning was the day that I arrived at this house when a space became available. I was sent here by my drama teacher, Katrina Willow, who thought I would improve with some firsthand experience in the performance industry. Only problem was, I wanted to act, not sing and this, my friends, was a house full of singers who every week prepared to perform live in several venues throughout London to massive crowds. Everywhere from the O2 Arena to Leicester Square for special events and as understudies for sell-out shows. When I realised that this was where I was being sent I tried to explain to the coach driver that I couldn't turn up here, “It isn't the right place for me.” I was so worried that people were going to question my arrival that as soon as I arrived and met Julie and Lula, they led me to my bedroom and I stayed there all morning. They introduced themselves and I tried to look cheerful and grateful for the opportunity presented before me. It was difficult I can tell you. When they left my room, I just sat on the bed staring, thinking, frozen, `how was I going to get out of this one?' The room was quite large and the bed I sat on was a double. The room had a theme of colours, mostly cream and purple with golden handles on the wardrobes and door. The curtain rings were golden as well and the bed frame was a light brown wood, so it matched in with the colour scheme. At home nothing in my room matched - even my duvet cover was often different to my pillow case. It was far too tidy here. I missed the organised chaos that I had so easily perfected in my room, I knew exactly where everything was; my costumes were under my bed, my school books were on top of my shoes and often my clothes joined the pile on top of the school books. My stationary sat next to; my laptop, my CD player, and behind my drawers. If I ever lost anything it was because my mum had attempted to clean up and moved things into neater piles dotted around my room. 8am soon turned into midday and I didn't want hunger to come. I wanted to be able to disappear into the furniture before any of the other housemates could discover me in their house. I heard movement from downstairs as if people were gathering together, probably for lunch. My stomach rumbled, `shhh,' I whispered irrationally as if the sound would blow my hiding place. I heard the front doorbell ring - at least I think it must have been the bell as a door slammed after it. I heard Lula talking, I couldn't quite make out what she was saying. I wanted to hide in the wardrobe but interest caught me mid stand. I found myself walking silently towards the door of my room and listening intently through the wooden barrier.