School RP (Closed 😬Stalkers welcome)

(baby John is a male part… He's the youngest of the Jets and Tony's friend)

(Then let's put Scarlett in as them. We can say they were sick or something?)

(Anita is a female part… She is married to Bernardo (Maria's brother) and is Maria's mentor in a way)

(Or we can say that they are a new kid)

(That works too.)

(it's up to Scarlett….)

(Are they here?)

"Hey, Lillian did you hear about the new kid?" Darren changed the subject to distract from how late he was.

Lillian continued to pretend not to hear him. He had to address her properly.

(I'm not sure.)

(Scarlett ya here?)

"Lillian?" Darren asked confused before he realized what she was doing.
"Sorry, your highness" Darren laughed "Did you hear about the new kid?"

Paige's phone buzzed. 14 texts.

Lillian giggled, "Nope. What about them?"

"Nothing, just that we got one. His name is Alexander Grayson and I hear he's joining theater."

14 texts. 3 names.

"That's great!" Lillian smiled. Her hair moved and she had to readjust it, "I wonder which part he'll take!"

"I don't know. They have to find one that's open this late first and he better be good 'cause he's missed a ton of rehearsals."

(Is it just Lillian and Darren in the auditorium right now?)

(No, Lloyd, Paige, and Luena are there also, and Raven I believe.)

(Paige is sitting in a dark corner in the very back row.)

Jana.

Carissa.

Michelle.

(okay)

"If he isn't I'm going to be very disappointed," Lillian sighed, "But I won't be mad or do anything. We need the people."

"When does rehearsal end today?" Darren looked anxious like we was waiting for something.

Paige scrolled through the messages. She screamed and threw her phone across the auditorium as hard as she could.

Lillian thought for a second, "About {Insert time cuase I'm lazy and I can't seem to figure out this schedule}."

She turned to Paige, "What happened?!"

Darren turned around sharply, "Lillian what's wrong?!?"

"Paige just screamed!" Lillian shouted.

Darren turned to see Paige's phone on the floor. "What's going on?"

She watched the screen of her phone cast gloomy light around the chairs in the row that it landed, but she didn't stay long to see it. She left her backpack where it was and sprinted to the nearest bathroom. She locked the door to the bathroom and cried. (To clarify, she locked the entire bathroom, not just one stall.)