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Girls

Girls

God! I hate fighting with Liza, but she is always forcing me to do things. I really didn’t expect to be casted for anything, especially not for this play. It’s the school's first play of the year. Its done in a private park, in which people actually pay money to watch. They do it three months after  ‘summer break’ (which I spent with my aunt Cherry because something ‘came up’ at my dad’s job and I couldn’t be there)

            But we only open to the public two times each year, so it’s very rare to see us. It’s just the school's way of screaming, "We are better than you!!" to the people of the world and a hot spot for tourists and talent scouts.

That’s why everyone is so excited about this thing. Everyone except for me, why? Because even though I am a skilled actress (how do you think I go through life?) I try to focus on my voice. That was my mom’s thing. Her voice. And singing makes me feel close to her. Really close.

            “Hey!” I heard Liza yelled, running after me. “Ray, you didn’t hear me call you before?” I stopped walking when she grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. Then she started to speak calmly but still worried. “Raven, calm down a little, okay?"

“Look, I’ve supported you acting for years now. But I didn’t think I’d have to live your dream as-well!” I felt my body starting to heat up, and I knew I was getting upset again.

“Wait Raven, you don’t think I’m trying to control what you do right?” Liza asked shaking her head.

“Well, it sure seems that way.” I mumbled to myself while looking at the clean granite tiled floor. “Oh my goodness!” She exclaimed like she was surprised, but then she gently grabbed my arm and we started walking down the near empty halls.

“Raven, let me tell you something real quick. It’s always been my dream to act, dance or just perform something on a stage. But my parents never liked it, they thought it was a stupid idea to do that, especially for a living. And the part that hurt most was that they didn’t support my acting all. They even tried to get me to be a dumb lawyer. A LAWYER!!  So when I say I don’t want you to feel pressured, I mean it. I’m your friend for heaven’s sake!  But I know I get a little carried away sometimes, so I’m really sorry.”

 I looked at her and saw the sincere face she pulled off really well actually. Like I said she’s good at what she does. But as her friend, I could see she really was sorry. “Yeah, yeah I know.” I said with a grin. “But you have to promise me not to snap so easily Ray.” To that comment my face fell to a frown. I really didn’t want to talk about my temper, I just assume it was just something females go through. But the way my body feels when I get upset tells me something’s not right, like two people are fighting for a reaction.

“Although, I guess I can’t blame ya. You are into music more, and your singing is fantastic!” I smiled at my friend’s overexcited complement. I love it when people enjoy my music and my voice. It’s a talent that I make sure I take care of as my mother had once told me long ago.

" Thanks Liza.” I said feeling way more cheery.

“You’re very welcome my friend.” She said in a voice that sounded like an old man, and bent herself as if she was walking with a kane. We laughed for a couple of seconds before she stood up straight.

Then we both fell into silence and kept walking

 “So…I guess Ella told you about your part huh?.” Liza spoke while rubbing the back of her neck in nervousness.

“Yup.” I simply said.

“Oh yeah, well chances are you might not even act. You’re an understudy remember?”

“Yeah, I remember Liza but I only audition because I was bored that day, and you kept asking for some reason.

“Okay yes I was wrong like I said before, but this is such an important play. And I thought you’d want to be a part of something big at the school at least once. Not even to show of your singing too, you’re just so modest all the time.” She said that dramatically but I didn’t care, there’s no one here I want or need to impress.

“Whatever.” I said dismissively. 

“You know what? You need somebody to love you or something. Because I know deep inside you’re spontaneous.”

I looked at Liza sideways and gave her a ‘what do you mean by that’ look. She notice my then quickly replied. “Oh! don’t get me wrong, you’re the nicest gal I know, but sometimes you make my wonder about ya.” She nudged my arm with hers a little

. “Um, what?! You’re the creepy one missy.” poking her rip

“Just because I want to have fun, doesn’t make me much weirder then the next fun person. Okay, sweet cakes?” she giggled.

I only responded with just shaking my head to myself. Then we both stopped walking and I took my blue backpack off my back and laid it down on the floor. I was leaning my back on the wall of the art room, where my first class was. But I was early, hence why no kids are around these halls.

 “Also, I’m pretty sure I don’t need anyone to love. Nobody at this school is interesting or worth my patience.”

“Geez girl! You’re too cold sometimes!” Liza said now laughing amused by my comment. But then I realized how the topic changed from acting to being in love. Everything always ended with guys to us... why was that?

“By the way.” Liza moved more in front of me and lowered her voice. “What do you ‘prefer’ anyways?” Was she really asking me this right now! This is why I said she’s weird.

“Does it really matter.” I said with a little sass.

 “Well, do you know? Male or female?” She asked.

It was obvious I liked boys. I loved boys. No questions asked. But what if I didn’t. I mean. I was only fifteen. What if…I changed? It happens. At least my aunt Cherry went through it. She got married. And deeply in love…but something happened. Next thing I knew she was getting a divorce. Then like five years later she gave up on guys. I froze for a moment to think, I never really thought about whom I would marry or anything. Maybe that’s because mom didn’t get the chance to give me ‘the talk’ before. And clearly my dad wasn’t going to go out his way to tell me about relationships. Plus when I was little I always heard something about a prince charming. I didn’t know what that meant at the time but now…I don’t think I’ll ever believe in fairytales. Well, sometimes I wish they were true so I can get away from this depressing life. At least music will always be there.