gathered students.
Ms. Hendriks didnât grin back, but many people in the room choked back laughter.
âThen what part will you be reading for us today?â Ms. Hendriks asked.
âDemetrius, because the other guy is sort of a noodle, you know?â Richard looked at the teacherâs expression and added, âIâll play Oberon, though, if you want me to. I mean, all of Shakespeareâs parts are pretty good ones,â he explained to his audience.
âHadrian should play Oberon,â someone suggested, to increasingly out-loud laughter.
Hadrian sat invisible. Margaloâs brain was frozen. It would all get better when they heard him read, she repeated to herself.
âBut heâs gotta keep that hairdo,â someone else said.
âHadrianâs a natural for fairy king,â someone added, and the whole roomâstill with the same two exceptionsâburst into uncontrolled laughter. Ms. Hendriks, standing again, said, âPatrick. Thatâs more than enough. Youâre excused from the room.â
âBut I havenât read.â
âYou heard me,â she said.
âBut everybody wasââ
âYouâre excused from Drama, too,â she told him. âI will inform Mr. Robredo of the change in your schedule.â
The room was now completely silent.
âIt wasnât just me,â Patrick protested, but he knew nobody would stand up for him. He rose to his feet and looked resentfully around the room, his gaze finally settling on Hadrian Klenk, the invisible boy, who had caused him to be thrown out of Drama. âIt was just a joke,â Patrick said, turning back to the teacher. âCanât you tell a joke when you hear it?â
Ms. Hendriks did not bend. âYes,â she said. âBut I didnât hear one. Go.â
For a really nice person, and young, and female, and in love, and pretty, too, Ms. Hendriks was being awfully strict. His friends felt they should stick up for Patrick, so they, too, snuck dirty looks at Hadrian, who shrank back into himself to let that wave of blame and anger flow over him.
In fact, probably the only person who still felt sorry forHadrian was Ms. Hendriks. Margalo didnât have to feel sorry for him because as soon as he read for a part in the play, Hadrianâs school life would be on the road to recovery.
The tryout readings continued, students one after the other going up to sit in the chair facing Ms. Hendriks and readâor occasionally recite from memoryâthe lines they had prepared. After the last junior had read, Margalo said, without looking at Hadrian, âI donât have a chance.â
Out of the corner of her eye she saw his spiky head nodding agreement.
âBut you do,â she told him.
However, when the last tenth grader had read, Ms. Hendriks stood up. âThank you all very much,â she told them. âYouâve worked hard for this, and it shows. These were good auditions.â
âWhat about me?â Shawn Macavity asked. He raised his hand, then stood up so she could see him better. âWhat about my part?â
âAnd you are?â
âShawn Macavity,â he answered, with an unspoken of course and a wide smile on his handsome face.
âYouâre not a member of Drama Club, are you?â
âNot a member, but Iâm going to be an actor. I didnât want to do all that Shakespeare study,â he reminded her, âbut I do want a part.â
âWhat speech did you prepare?â
âI didnât know I was supposed to,â he explained, and offered, âI can still read.â
âAnd what grade are you in, Shawn?â she asked.
âNinth.â
The teacher relaxed. âOh. Well. In that case, you see, you couldnât be in the play anyway. Iâve been told that itâs school policy not to give ninth graders roles in the plays, unless there are extenuating circumstances. Which there
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