Mr. Sharpe

2003 Words

Roxanne Nine Years Ago I would kill to be an actress. To see my name in lights and do interviews. To hear “action” and then perform the most beautiful scenes. I wanted it more than anything else in the world. I couldn't wait to graduate and go to LA and become a star! “Um, Roxanne?” A voice broke me out of my thoughts. My history teacher, Mr. Sharpe, looked down at me. I guess I hadn’t heard the bell signaling class was over. I laughed nervously. “Sorry…I was daydreaming.” He chuckled. “It's okay. I actually wanted to talk to you anyways. About your paper.” “Mr. Sharpe, I'm so sorry, I got a little carried away! It was just once I started reading about old Hollywood I got kind of obsessed and the paper turned into something else completely.” “Roxanne, it's okay. The paper was inc

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