Ms. Tamyra sent us out for binder and highlighters and pencils and pens, but I didn't go with the rest of the group.
My name is Albert Hoss, and I came into this world to stray from the majority.
As I walked out of the studio, I noticed Ms. Tamyra staring at me. What a pedophile. She knew I was the best. Everyone did.
And that's why they all hated me.
Ms. Tamyra stopped me as I exited the studio.
"Albert Hoss," she said, consulting her list of names. She handed me a piece of paper-- a monologue. She wanted me to act. "Get on the stage."
I climbed the three small stairs to the stage. I waited for a sign that I was supposed to start.
"Are you going to read or just waste my time?" Ms. Tamyra asked in the most cynical voice I'd ever heard.
I began reading.
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The Murder, the Why, and the How
Mystery / ThrillerTen students walk into a classroom for a high-intensity arts course that will land one of them a scholarship at Juliard, the best arts school in the country. They never expect to deal with more than too much work. Ms. Tamyra, the teacher of the clas...
