Make Someone----(THIS TITLE IS UP FOR CHANGE): Chapter 1
Brianna sat on her bed, staring at her desktop. She could swear she's not crazy, but she was talking to her screen. "I don't know what to do, I don't know where to go. I don't know who to ask, and I'm hitting brick walls." What's on her screen is what you're probably thinking. Let me correct you, who is on her screen? None other than the British God with short curly locks, with blue or turquoise eyes(depending on the day), with golden, sunkissed skin: Tom Hiddleston. Say it again. Tom Hiddleston. Brianna Hiddleston? Has a nice ring, yum.
Brianna's biggest dream was to perform beside her idol, to act along side him; if she was lucky, for her acting career to flourish under his watchful eye.
Brianna had yet to search online for schools. It was a Sunday in cold, crisp November. She knew she had to apply before the school year ended because that was when all the schools picked their next students. She had to jump the gun. She plopped her laptop on her bed and began searching. She had to find somewhere to go, a school to apply to first. She knew her acting was good, but it wasn't great. Which meant she needed a mentor, she needed help, she needed someone to teach her. She altered her plan and began looking for a mentor. She decided, if I find a mentor before I apply, I have a better chance at getting selected. She looked and typed and wondered, stared at her background every now and then for inspiration. She glanced at the clock and did a double-take. It was 12:30 A.M. and she had to be up for school the next day. She dropped her laptop next to her bed, and pulled the covers up to her arm pits. She tucked herself in, and hoped for steamy dreams of Tom Hiddleston.
Next Morning:
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
5:30 A.M.
Brianna's arm slapped out of the covers, her hand landing smack on the snooze button. She was on auto-pilot, her mind never functioned without her coffee nor her tea. She felt it was a tea kind of day. She tended to think that tea was her good luck charm and she needed lots of luck. She groaned, still asleep.
She threw her covers off and rolled out of bed. She dragged her feet to the bathroom and began her morning routine: shower, wash her hair, brush her teeth in the shower, and wash her face in the shower. When she finished, she grabbed her polka dotted robe and dragged it on her body. She tied the sash around her waist. Brianna gripped the sink, so her hands wouldn't slip. She cleared the condensation on the mirror, and looked at her reflection. Her straight, chestnut colored hair was matted to her head, and her eyes bore holes through the mirror with a piercing blue gaze. Her clean skin was just a few shades darker than snow. Her cheeks had red roses blooming on them. Her lips were full, plump, and soft from her shower. Brianna slid her finger down her ski-slope nose. She dragged fingers through her hair, and sighed. It was going to be a long day.
She threw herself on her bed, aiming her face for the pillow. She spoke into her pillow, complaining of her problems and stress. Her hair stuck to the back of her neck, dripping onto the pillow. Brianna got dressed, threw on jeans and a red v-neck polo, thin fabric so she was comfortable.
She tiptoed down the stairs, careful not to wake her parents. They hated being woken up because she was being loud. As Brianna hit the leveled floor, she stood on the balls of her feet, careful not to make noise. She made her way to the kitchen, took her mug from the cabinet and filled it with water. It was time for her morning tea; she would get her coffee craving later. Brianna put the microwave for three minutes; she liked her tea hot. She took the mug out of the microwave before it hit the 0:00 mark. She hated the beeping noise it made, it drove her mad.
She dipped her tea bag into the mug, pondering her plan of action. "Do I talk to my drama teacher before or after school? He did say he could help, but what if....say I go before school, and we start talking about good stuff, and the bell rings for first period! All of our conjoined thoughts will have evaporated from our minds! No, I'll go after school." Brianna spoke to herself often, it helped her organize her thoughts and make decisions. She looked down and her tea was ready. She began to realize that she automatically made her tea, total auto-pilot. She shrugged her shoulders, grabbed a cover for her mug, the mug itself, grabbed her bag, and walked out the door. She lived a short five minute walk to the school. The walk helped her clear her head and she drank her tea along the way. It was relieving for her soul, in a way.
She arrived school and began her day. She had drama class last, so she didn't worry much until half way through the day, her friends started to mock her dreams again. "So, Bri! How's your plan of meeting Mr. Famous? Has he acknowledged you yet?! I mean, you're such a good actress, I must assume you've met already!" They always made fun of her. They thought her dreams were foolish. She dismissed their childish antics, she wouldn't hear anymore. All she reminded herself of was that quote she saw...or she just remembered. It went a little something like this: Our dreams are big so we can fit into them. The gist of the quote was we have big dreams so we can fit into them, like new clothes or big shoes we got when we were younger.
She was tired of her friends mocking her, taunting her. They always poked fun at her. She sat there in her english class, two periods before drama. She felt uncomfortable and started to squirm in her chair. Their mockery made her feel funny inside; not sad, or disappointed, or silly, or...any of those but...unlike herself. She dismissed their comments again with the wave of her hand. She tuned her "friends" out by thinking of scenarios when she meets Tom. Maybe it might be subtle, different? Or maybe blunt! She fantasized about him...he really clouded up her mind. "---YOU'LL NEVER MEET TOM, BRIANNA, HE'S TOO FAMOUS AND YOU SUCK AT ACTING," Brianna's so called "friend" screamed at her. Brianna finally acknowledged her friend. She'd had enough and Brianna thought it was about time they shut up. "You know what, Sadie?! Instead of hooking up with guys every weekend, making fun of people because I'm jealous of them, stealing things from stores, and beating down my friends, I'M ACTUALLY MAKING SOMETHING OF MYSELF. I'm pretty sure I never asked for your opinion. I never wanted it, nor do I want to hear it again. So, please, do us all a favor and shut your pretty little mouth before I stitch it shut for you!" Brianna spat back. Sadie, the good-for-nothing friend, just stared at Brianna, wide-eyed, mouth agape. The whole class was watching them now. Brianna stood up and walked out. "Fuck this," Brianna whispered under her breath. She gathered her books, put them in the bag, handed in her classwork and walked out the door.
Brianna was done. School was going to change, she had to figure something out. She was completely over it. Brianna made the conscious decision to switch her schedule, she was done with those.....bitches. Brianna made her way to the outside door, it was time for a walk. She reached the door, and looked back. She thought to herself how this was the new break she'd been waiting for. It was time for a change.
She pushed the door open and was welcomed to the outside world with chilly air. She took her first step outside the school and looked around. She headed toward the trees, the enormous, ancient trees. They stood strong and bold, as if they were wise. She threw her feet one in front of the other, passing the parking lot. She attracted the eyes of teachers, and she met all of their gazes. She reached the trees and shrugged her backpack off. She stretched her arms to the sky, rolled her neck around, and tightened her leg muscles. She felt relaxed, despite the big show that just happened. She sat herself against the biggest tree of them all, a giant oak tree. The tree had a wide trunk, and long thick branches. There were miniature twigs that looked like foot holders if someone decided to climb the tree. Brianna was careful not to sit against those baby twigs. Brianna stretched her long legs in front of her and looked around. It was cold, crisp, chilly, but the sun was shining and the sky was an off-blue, a little like the color of a frozen lake. She stared at the little cotton balls that hung high. She switched her gaze to someone walking towards her. When she saw who it was, her heart fell. She knew he would be disappointed that she isn't in class. She also knew he'd be more concerned as to the why. It was her drama teacher, Mr. Mark Ruffalo. He was widely known, famous really. But Brianna considered him a real person, a friend. He strolled over to the tree she was sitting at. She admired that he was different, always seemed comfortable in what he was in. Mark wore a pink button-up shirt, rolled up to the elbows. It was untucked, hanging loosely on his dark blue jeans. He wore tan suede sneakers, clearly not looking to impress anyone. "Ms. Tohler, what might you be doing outside, when there are classes going on? Classes you should be in," Mark said. Brianna hated when he called her that. She brushed off the name, and replied smoothly, "I'm tired and done, and I think it's about time I throw my name out into the acting world." Mark laughed at her response, he expected nothing less from this girl. "Well, I think it's about time you go back into class, people will worry where you are," he replied coolly. "Wonderful thing you're here then, you can tell them I'm outside, laying against a really big, and fat tree!" she sniped back. Mark realized she was very snappy and sassy, which was unlike her, considering she looked up to her drama teacher. He sat down across from her, settled down in cross-legged form. "What happened?" Mark questioned. Brianna's face softened when he asked her and he immediately knew what happened. "Again?" Mark spoke softly now, as he realized he was entering a touchy subject with Brianna: her acting career. She nodded her head, her heart coming into her throat. "It was getting worse and I just had enough and.....I exploded," Brianna told Mark. She considered him a fatherly figure, someone very dear to her. She trusted him and took shelter in his comfort. She confided in him often and felt no harm in doing so. "Brianna, I told you not to----oh please don't cry," Mark begged. Brianna felt the tears welling up in her eyes, and knew they were going to fall. She looked down at her jeans and watched her tears drip onto them, their moisture soaking through the fabric. Mark took on the fatherly role he felt all too often with Brianna; he reminded her of his little sister, someone he doesn't see often. He kneeled next to her and wrapped the crying teenager in his arms. Her body shook with sobs against Mark's chest. He felt his heart burdening with each sob. He sat down and Brianna just let it out. All the stress she's been feeling, her friends bagging on her, she let everything out. Mark rocked back and forth, trying to comfort her. When he talked to her about her career, she seemed older than she was. When she told him about her problems and she broke down like this, he remembers she's just a child who needs guidance. "There, there, shhhhh," Mark rocked back and forth. Brianna curled at his chest, her sobs clawing at her. She looked up at him, her eyes filled to the brim and overflowing with tears. She saw a man, a father, practically her father, staring back at her. She slowed down her sobs, and just let the silent tears flow. Mark held her, as if protecting her from all bad things. It hurt him to see her cry. She sat up, and Mark unwrapped his arms. She wiped her eyes, dried her face, and looked at where her head had been laying on Mark's chest. She laughed, a sweet laughter, the laughter of a crying person. Mark looked at his shirt and began laughing as well. "Nothing that the washer won't fix!" Mark exclaimed. Brianna sat there thinking, and remembered what she wanted to ask him. "Mark, I need help." Brianna spoke suddenly, with purpose. Mark raised his eyebrows, "With what? Whaddya need, kiddo?" "I need to find a mentor for my career before school ends so I can audition somewhere." Mark's jaw dropped a little, surprised at her request. "N-now? Well....I understand, auditions are at the beginning of July...and you want me to? Find someone to be your mentor?" Brianna nodded her head to his response. She knew he would help, he was like his daughter, he'd do everything to help. "Alright, I'll talk to some old friends, see what I can do. I'll get you someone good though, someone famous, I can make that promise. Deal?" Mark offered to Brianna a life-changing deal. She knew his help would get her soaring through the heavens. "DEAL, YES, DEAL, DEAL, I LOVE IT, THANK YOU!" Brianna tackled him to the grass, excited and happy. She was going to get her wish, she was going to get her break. Brianna stood up and felt it was a new day. The school bell had rang and she was ready to kill all of her obstacles. She pulled Mark up on his feet and danced a little. She hugged Mark goodbye, smiled, hugged him again, tighter this time, and she took off running into a new world. Mark was left standing there, completely baffled. It was time to talk to some old friends. Mark brushed his hands off on his jeans. He took his phone out of his back pocket and went to his contacts. "Hmmmmm, who am I going to talk to?" He decided someone that would most likely help the most and would get along with Brianna the most. He hit the call button and put the phone to his ear. "Hey, man, it's been a long time," said the mystery person. Mark knew this person would help and he couldn't wait to see the look on Brianna's face when she met her new mentor.
Brianna did a skipping dance to her house, excited and fearless. "It's a day for good luck!" Brianna went up to her room to try her good luck. She looked at local acting schools, schools that required auditions, famous acting schools. *PING* Brianna snapped out her happiness, confused by the sound. It registered in her mind that it was her e-mail. She clicked the tab on her laptop and selected the e-mail. She saw it was from her drama teacher and consultant, practically father, Mark Ruffalo. She clicked the link to message and read. "Dear, Brianna, I know you asked me for a favor, but now I must ask of you a favor of my own! I need you to fill out these questions, be truthful, please! Keep short and sweet, to the point! Much love, Mark." She scanned the questions carefully. "Do I have a temper? What do I like to do? What don't I like to do? What do I like to eat?! THIS IS LIKE A...A....QUESTIONNAIRE OR SOMETHING." Brianna was confused, skeptical. She filled the questions out anyway, curious what Mark had in store for her. She had already pulled Mark on the boat and she had to help him man the sails. She wouldn't get anywhere if they didn't work together.
She decided she'd spend the next few weeks visiting places. She'd tell the school she was taking a month vacation for college and would be gone. Surely, they'd understand. Her school loved when kids left to look at colleges, universities, etc. She began looking at schools. She'd been receiving e-mails recently, saying she should go visit fill-in-the-blank school for fill-in-the-blank reason. She felt it was a waste of time. Until one e-mail caught her eye. "Ooooh, what's this..." Brianna wondered. She clicked the e-mail and was shown the most beautiful campus she'd seen. AMDA.
*RING RING RING*
All of her electronics were ringing, pinging, going off, she was confused. She picked up her phone. "Hello, Brianna speaking, who's this?" Mark's voice rung in her ear, "Hey, kiddo! I've got a hold of your new mentor, you wanna meet him?" Brianna jumped off her bed and grabbed her shoes. "Of course I want to meet him!" She sprinted to her current school. Her feet flew to get her there. She pushed open the big, metal doors when she got there. She ran her way to the drama wing. She sprinted her way into the room and almost tripped over her own to feet when she saw who it was. He was sitting, feet up on the table. He was feasting on blueberries, completely calm like the man he was. She just stared at him. "Blueberry," her new mentor offered, holding out the bowl. "No, thank you," she responded, a little surprised and shaken at who her new mentor was. "I'd like one, though!" Mark walked over to his friend and helped himself. Brianna realized she was going to have the time of her life, truthfully speaking. She also realized she was going to get her butt kicked by her new teacher....if you could even consider him a mentor more than a friend. He just sat eating blueberries. He really seemed to like blueberries.