Goodbye Me, Hello You

4: Let the Games Begin - Tyra

Another solid forty-five minutes of waiting. Mrs Etiole acted like she had all the time in the world. Making it even worse was that she had to stand next to Emily the whole time. It was either that or talk with the cringey girls from the years above and below.

When Mrs Etoile finally came around (clearly saving the best for last), Tyra wasn't really in the mood anymore, so she didn't want to bother trying, but she knew she would get the part. She had another trick up her designer jacket sleeve.

The girls wrote down their names on a piece of paper, and Mrs Etiole read them off one by one as they auditioned.

"Meg Holden" "Cassie Klein" "Tyra la Bonita Azada."

Of course, she had the most beautiful name, originating from Spain, since her caveman family or something was Spanish, she didn't really know what it meant though, but who cares. She read a few lines off a script and added some hand gestures, she really didn't really feel like any overdramatic movements or sounds or dances or anything.

Emily definitely had an impressive audition, even Tyra couldn't say anything rude about it, but that didn't change anything for her, she would still get the part.

After everyone had auditioned, they started filing out of the auditorium. Tyra made sure to stand at the back of the line. As the girls walked out, they said a quick thank you to Mrs Etoile standing by the exit. When Tyra got there, she stopped, waiting for her to usher everyone out of the room before she confronted the teacher.

"Mrs Etiole?" She began

"Yes, my dear?" Time for Tyra to put her plan into action

"Well, you know my dad is vice-principal right?" ok that's a lie,

"No dearie, I didn't know that; I've never met the vice-principal.."

"Well, he is and recently I heard him saying that he was thinking of firing some of the teachers that really did nothing because they are already wasting too much money on staff." waiting for her to catch on... "And I heard him mention you." she went white as a sheet, stupid old lady

"Oh dear, what can I do about this, it's the only job I truly enjoy..." she was playing right into her hands,

"I can't lose my job, I'm retiring soon... I need at least a bit of money to lean on..." she muttered to herself.

"Well, I could talk to him and convince him to change his plan, on one condition."

"And what may that be?" She was desperate, perfect.

"That you give me the lead role." Mrs Etoile thought about it but seemed doubtful. "I'll let you think about it," Anya concluded and strutted off.

That stupid old nutter

Her father would be so proud of her right now. Hey, she learned from the best.

Now she just had to sit back and relax.

And wait for tomorrow's casting. It was only a month until the performance, and Tyara heard they would have to practice every day. But the only things she needed to practice were her 'Smile and Wave's and her 'Thanks, I loved my performance too!'s

News spread quickly that she auditioned and everyone was running up to her saying; 'Good Luck!' and 'You're gonna be Dorothy!' and 'Wow your audition was so much better than mine!" Oh, the joys of being popular. She was getting billions of texts, the Kardashians had nothing on her. She didn't care if these people weren't her real friends; she loved having a little herd of mindless minions to control.

Somehow Emily managed to snag a bit of a crowd too. Part of her group was with Emily? Wow, just wow, talk about no taste. They were complimenting Emily's audition, her smile, her kindness, her outfit. Seriously, that girl practically wears dish rags to school.

Bring it on Emily.

That bitch was nothing compared to her, and she would prove that right the second she was announced the main character.

Let the games begin.

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