"Once upon a time, there was a- yeah, I don't want to be the narrator," I say
"Well, you're going to have to be!" my English teacher, Mrs. Jennings, yells at me.
"Yes ma'am," I roll my eyes when she turns around.
"It'll be fineee," I hear a voice whisper in my ear. I turn around and see no one, "You can do this. Narrating isn't that bad."
Am I going crazy?
"No, you're not going crazy. Look at your shoulders, you dimwit!" I look at my left shoulder and see a tiny devil me. I look at my right shoulder and see a tiny angel me.
"Wha- I- um..."
"I'm here to tell you to yell at that stupid teacher. She deserves it," Devil me says.
"No, no. Don't do that. Just go along with it. It's not as bad as you think and it'll all be over soon anyways. You'll get your time in the spotlight eventually" Angel me says.
"Come on, Abby! We're starting rehearsal!" Mrs. Jennings yells at me once more.
"I'm coming!" I yell back. "I'm going to do the good thing," I wink at angel me and she smiles back.
"Whatever," Devil me says, "do what ya want. I don't care."
They then disappear and I run on stage for rehearsal.
