Malory and Kyle must participate in the annual April Fest production as the leading co-stars. If they can cooperate by the end of the production, their long records of uncivilized behaviour towards each other will be forgotten. 
Malory and Kyle attempt to cooperate, grabbing the opportunity to make a positive impact on their own future. In the process, they become entangled in the chaos of the other’s personal life. Malory learns of Kyle’s disturbing reality, and Kyle learns of Malory’s scarring past. Can these two brilliant but messy teens learn to rely on each other in the face of their silent battles?

Between The Lines

 It’s been days. Olivia still hasn’t spoken to me. Why hasn’t she? Why hasn’t she? Is she really that mad at me this time? 


 My message tone rings. I find myself being grateful that someone could distract me from all my late night work even for a minute. 


Kyle: Is Ron actually a menopausal housewife with bipolar issues? He hasn’t replied to me in three days, he hasn’t answered my calls... he hasn’t even nodded in my direction. 


Me: Well maybe you should take into consideration that that’s exactly how you treat him on a daily basis 


Me: and to stretch my point, he’s felt that way for years 


Me: …or however long you guys have been friends, anyway 


Kyle: That’s ridiculous! I know I don’t say a lot and I’ve managed to keep quiet about my personal shit from the beginning but 


Kyle: I don’t know, my mind went blank 


Kyle: I don’t exactly have a normal excuse for being an asshole, Lloyd 


Kyle: A reasonable enough excuse that I can tell Roomie, anyway 


Kyle: we were roommates at a summer camp that we both went to just before freshman year started. That’s how we met. The summer camp was on reserved lands where there was a main house and then log cabins... hot, mosquito infested cabins. 


Kyle: Anyway, back to the point. I kind of feel like I’m dying 


Me: get over it, drama queen, Olivia is ignoring my existence too 


Kyle: Yea but I’ve had to put up with you for the past three days by myself. Do you know how calming it is, knowing that I usually have Ron beside me so I don’t pummel you into the ground? 


Me: you’re such a feculent superficial blight upon society. 


Kyle: How much more time does he neeeeeed? 


Me: Kyle Austin Isaac Davidson. I am doing homework and I have THREE essays to finish writing for the morning. I hope you understand that you’re not the hopeless case in this situation. 


Kyle: Whoa since when do you call me by my full name? 


Kyle: Also, that’s not fair! I don’t know your middle names, Lloyd. 


 There’s really nothing special about my middle names. I just don’t like people knowing them. I don’t find them to be relevant at all. 


 And besides –everyone’s got to have some sort of mystery to them. 


Me: Life isn’t fair. Wake up and smell the coffee. 


Kyle: what do girls do to get their friends to forgive them? 


Me: Heck, I don’t know. Her favourite snack? Usually she would have forgiven me by now. If I knew the answer, I’d have told you. I’ve really got to go, Kyle. I’ve got work to do. Seriously. 


Kyle: okay, okay. Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow. 


 The conversation ends and I almost want to pelt my phone at the wall just thinking about how frustrated all this homework makes me. 


 How could I have let myself fall so far behind? 


 It used to be so easy for me to keep up. Despite being ahead, I never had a problem just getting the daily homework done. 


 Maybe it’s just that these past few days have been rough. 


The Week of Re-evaluation [1]