STORY

• I was generally


  I was generally always known for the girl who had quite a bit of confidence in primary school, I was never modest with it, but I knew it was one of my greatest attributes. The year 6 play was coming up again for our year , called Super Stan, and I was really pouncing about it as I longed for being one of the narrators.
• The previous year


  The previous year , I was one of the narrators for the play about the Dick Kerr Ladies and I had the largest amount of lines, so I thought I was bound to get a role equally as good this year. But little did I know the teacher had other plans.
• A warm orange gush

  A warm orange gush of heat tickled my toes one by one underneath the dinner table from the fireplace. It was a comfortable Sunday night before I planned to audition. My parents always encouraged me to do the best I could and they had high hopes for tomorrow. All through dinner , I continuously repeated my lines. Nothing could stop me. I was ready. Quickly but surely, I sealed the last piece of the ever so creamy carbonara in my mouth, washed my plate and drifted my goodnight off purposely , whilst darting away and up the stairs.
• Good luck! my mum broadcasted to the yard

  Good luck!" my mum broadcasted to the yard (from the car) as she was dropping me off."Thank you !" I remarked back. The tarmac on the way in was struggling to force my happy feet down. My body shook with enjoyment to be alive.
• 10:28...


  10:28...10:29... 10:30! A force of rushed chairs and children drove into the tables and out of the classroom door. I remained silent and doubtless in my seat ready for what i planned to do. My friends and the teacher looked at me all perplexed asking if I was going to go outside and play. I went against the laws of gravity,stood up, and simply said "I would like to quickly audition for the role of Sunny Day
• Lines upon lines 


  Lines upon lines engraved into my mouth ,like morse code , I performed a little snippet of the role like a cocky chirping parrot. " What do you think sir?" questioning him ,whilst rocking back and forwards on my feet. "I think we have potentially found our Sunny Day!" He exclaimed. " I will reveal the rest of the roles in two weeks time. Off you go girls" he insisted. Excited but composed I gave my thanks to Sir and walked out like I was on cloud nine.
• Two weeks later


  Two weeks later came by and we were all sat in the class emancipating on who got which roles. After a long list of yeses and groans from the cast list, I was ready for Sunny Day to be read out alongside my name. "Sunny Day... Lily Cotsgrove!" Redness pigmented my face at first like scarlet fever but decided to turn purple like Violet from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. A single yes hissed out of her mouth in exchange for a single teardrop out of my eye.
• Reporter 4.

  Reporter 4. Chenai" Sir said in a monotone towards the end of the list. I felt betrayed , confused, robbed. I was given a role with 4 lines. So much for being the only new coloured girl in the class.