The Trailer Park: The Fifth Year: Part 1: Words And Music
Copyright© 2007 by Wizard
Chapter 53
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 53 - The sixth book of the Trailer Park series finds Tony, Tami and Robbie starting their junior year in high school. More football, More Parker, more complications for Tony's life. (This book follows The Trailer Park, the Second Year, the Third Year, the Fourth Year and the Road Trip. I strongly recommend reading them in order.)
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Heterosexual
"Are you planning to be a playwright?"
I smiled and shook my head. "Robbie may make me write one more, but after that I'm done. I'm just a dumb jock."
Janet Martin smiled back. "That's like saying Albert Einstein counts good."
"Where is Miss Tate?" Robert Annoly asked.
"She, uh, wasn't feeling good. She went home after the curtain," Tami said.
Before the play, Robbie had apologized to everyone for being a bitch all week, then after the last curtain, had snuck out as fast as she could. Cody's sitting in the third row with Anna Bolan, the captain of the swimming team, hadn't helped.
"That's too bad," Janet said. "We remember her from last year."
The Zoe's Song cast was sitting down backstage with the judges from the Prentiss Foundation.
"We appreciate that you were able to move us to the bottom of the list," Tami said. The foundation had rescheduled our performance so that we were the last play they saw before announcing the regional winner.
"Normally we try to keep the performance schedule completely random, but Mr. Reed explained that your school had some injured students, and their play dropped out, and you were trying to stage yours in a hurry," Robert Annoly, the chairman of the committee said. "Tony, I understand you outdid yourself."
"Sir?"
"Well, last year Mr. Mulino told us how you and your group put together a show in a week. Mr. Reed says you did this one in a night."
Mr. Reed was standing behind us. I looked back at him. "Tami told me," he said with a shrug.
I looked back at the committee. "I don't know if he told you, but we had a real friend named Zoe who was the inspiration for this. She died last year. We originally submitted a different play, a comedy/drama called The Basement, and lost out in the selection process.
"Afterward my sister, that's Traci," I said pointing at the squirt, "suggested that we should have stuck to a musical 'cause that's our strength. Then Mikee," she was sitting next to me, and I reached over and squeezed her knee, "suggested Zoe as the basis for a new story, and I got inspired."
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