'That was close!' I thought to myself. I DEFINETLY would not tell her the real reason. She would not know I had to run to my locker and quickly pick up my books. Luckily, there were still a few stray kids hanging around the lockers, some texting rapidly, some talking and one was even smoking! Everyone turned as I walked into the corridor. It was like I had some sort of contagious disease. The boy stamped out his cigarette, when he saw me. He scowled. He had broad shoulder and long chestnut brown hair.
"Ya ruined a good ciga, thought you were a teacher." he said arrogantly.
I scowled back and poked the middle finger up. "Shut up." I sneered.
The boy shrugged, smirked, then saunted off. A tsunami of stress waved over me. I felt bad about what I did to the boy. I had never done that before and was shocked. A sudden chill crept up my spine and the tears began to fall. I scratched myself, telling myself I wasn't a baby. I started muttering swear words as I grabbed the books from my locker. In a huff I spun around and nearly wacked Evelyn in the face.. She looked at me with a touch of wariness.
"What were you doing?" she asked cautiously backing away. "Nothing, I was just getting my books." I answered.
"N-no... you scratched yourself.." Evelyn's voice was barely audible. I looked at her strangely.
"Why are you here, aren't you supposed to be in class?" I said firmly. I was slightly scared of Evelyn. Evelyn seemed to snap back to reality.
"I was told to come look for you, come on, we are supposed to go to G9." Evelyn answered with a dazed look. I walked in front of Evelyn thinking only one thought in my head.
I am not coming back to this school.
It was a few days after the incident that I actually came out of my room for a few minutes.
"KARA, what's taking you so long?! Come and get the bloody phone!" shouts my mum. She didn't have a very good day at work and was in a rotten mood.
"GEEZ MUM, I AM COMING!" I bellowed storming into the kitchen to grab the phone. I yanked the phone of its hook, nearly disconnecting it. "Hello? How can I help you?" I stuttered.
"Hello, is that Kara Detts? Could I please speak to Kara Detts?" Spoke a lady with a sweet American accent.
"Yes this is Kara, who is speaking?" I was confused. What American would be speaking to me at this hour?
"Sorry darling, this is Mrs Hasting, I am a director from the U.S.A and I saw your professional acting file and head shots, and believe me, I LIKED what I saw." She drawled.
I was shocked. I thought that my profile had been erased, or that's what my agent had said.
"Thanks Mrs Hastings, but are you sure you should be speaking to me? Would you like to speak to my parents?" I asked.
"No no darling, I would prefer if you heard the news first. Well your acting profile was amazing and a lot of producers are wanting your face in their film. I tell you, they are DYING to see you in action! Would you like to come to U.S.A for a few days so that we can view your skill? In other words audition?" Mrs Hastings sounded like she would absolutely burst!
"Um Mrs Hastings, what would I exactly be auditioning for?" Mixed feelings betrayed the excitement I was feeling. I was not sure if I wanted to act, let alone audition! But this could be my chance to get away.
"Of course darling! I almost forgot! If you decide to audition, the movie you would be auditioning for is 'One Second Memory' It's a physiological thriller and I am sure you would be great in the role as Tegan. Tegan is THE main role and is a very hard role to play. But I think you have the potential."
My face froze. This movie was based on the book 'One Second Memory'. I had read that book, and Tegan's feelings are extremely complicated. It would be really hard to act the part of Tegan. But some part of me said yes to Mrs Hastings. "Wonderful, that is great news, now I will need to speak to your mother, is that okay dear?"
I handed the phone to my mum and raced upstairs.
