Rachel Amber-- God, how would one even begin to describe her? Blackwell's golden student, 'little miss perfect'..what on Earth was she doing, sitting here with you?

You weren't exactly the A plus student that would be expected to hang out with Rachel. Seriously-- most of Blackwell was gossiping in confusion of you two's sudden closeness. Sure, gossip was a unavoidable disease in Arcadia-- but you two had become the stars of the show.

Rachel just so happened to love being the stars of shows! Which is why she desperately tried to memorize her lines, to say it with the perfect amount of confidence and emotion that Prospera would have had.. at least that's what she was claiming. Of course, being her new best friend, ~~or girlfriend?~~ you were the victim to hearing and criticizing her acting.. even if you, yourself, had not a clue.

"'Tis a good dullness, and give it away.. and give it way.. ugh."

Rachel slumped down in her seat with a groan.

"I always forget that.. old English is one of the most irritating things, yet it is so important to the play. Anyways.. how'd I do? Other than my obvious mess ups on the language."

She sighed dramatically, giving a playful smile to you and resting her head against her fist.