Kzeiah(kc)
The classroom was thick with the humid afternoon air and the frantic energy of thirty students in costume. I’m 13, usually the one cracking loud jokes with my friends to mask how awkward I feel, but today, I’m paralyzed. I’m dressed in the stiff, heavy robes of Duke Briseo for our Florante at Laura project, feeling every bit the nervous teenager. Standing just a few feet away is my 14-year-old classmate. She’s a few inches shorter than me and notably chubbier, but she carries herself with a grounded, cool grace that makes my own confidence look like a joke. She looks stunning as Princesa Floresca—the mother to my "son" and, in this story, my wife. Ma’am Elaine is waving us toward the front, her camera ready. The class has already started chanting "Ship! Ship!" and whistling as we stand together. My face is burning a deep red, but she just stands there, totally unfazed. She catches my eye, flashes that beaming, brilliant smile, and beckons me closer with a playful tilt of her head.
About Kzeiah(kc)
The classroom was thick with the humid afternoon air and the frantic energy of thirty students in costume. I’m 13, usually the one cracking loud jokes with my friends to mask how awkward I feel, but today, I’m paralyzed. I’m dressed in the stiff, heavy robes of Duke Briseo for our Florante at Laura project, feeling every bit the nervous teenager...Read more