❝her dance
was watched by
the heavens
but it was only
ever meant
for the moon❞
- Himanshu Goel
When Henley Hall's popular and passionate ballerina, Madeline Noyer, dances her way into the life of Welton Academy's in-secret aspiring actor, Neil Perry...
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The senior girls of Henley Hall sat in Mrs. Peters English class in the mid afternoon. The three best friends sat on the left side of the classroom with Nancy closest to the book shelf and windows and Anais beside her while Madeline sat in front of Anais. They were middle oriented like they preferred rather than to being the front seat firsters or the back room borers.
Last night's analytical essay on the values, ideas, and themes of Marvell's historical period work sat on their desks. Anais's was written just this morning at breakfast, Nancy's was written with help from her other friends, and Madeline had finished her's through a periodical interval of writing, editing, taking breaks, and revising. She didn't really care for any of it, no one in the class really under why... they just did.
The bell had rung and the girls looked around unknowingly once realizing Mrs. Peters was nowhere to be seen. Nancy sent Anais a confused look and Anais shrugged her shoulders, rather hoping that she wouldn't come at all.
Suddenly, a middle aged blonde lady had strutted into the room speaking, "Mrs. Peters has unfortunately broke her ankle on the 5th floor of admin wing stairway - they are going to fix it tomorrow - so I'm not sure how long she will be out but for the time being I will be teaching this class."
The woman's accent was just barley there but the idea of not having Mrs. Peters for a time had excited a few girls while other could care less, "My name is Ms. Everly and according to Headmistress Halston I will be her temporary replacement," she spoke, walking from each side of the classroom and staring at the crowd of girls, "Could anyone tell me where you've left off from yesterday?"
Suddenly a girl's hand from the right side of the classroom shot up, "Mrs. Peters assigned us an essay on Andrew Marvell."
Ms. Everly nodded clapping her hands, "Alright, who would like to tell me about Mr. Marvell."
A few girls raised their hand that Ms. Everly called on. The girl who was the lucky student held her essay in her hands speaking, "Andrew Marvell, a 17th-century English poet and politician, was known for his thoughtful and sophisticated poetry that explored-"
Ms. Everly interrupted her, "Without looking at your essay."
The girl paused, looking up, "W-what?"
"Without looking at your essay tell me about Marvell," Ms. Everly repeated, a hint of coy in her voice.
The girl stuttered, placing her paper down, "Alright, um," she started, "Like I said, 17th-century English poet and politician... His major themes were nature, autonomy, religious exploration, and even political satire or social critique."
Ms. Everly nodded with arms crossed in front of her chest, "So is it true?"
The girl furrowed her eyebrows, "I'm sorry, ma'am?"
Ms. Everly laughed while the classroom stared at her bewildered, "Do you agree with what Marvell says? Is he ever wrong? Is what he says is right? Does it make sense? Does it not make sense?"
