They called her crazy.
They called him cocky.
She had experienced heartbreak.
He didn't know what it was.
She never imagined finding love again.
He never imagined discovering love.
Ren knew leaving America was for the best. She needed a ch...
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"Martini. Gin, not vodka. Obviously. Stirred for 10 seconds while glancing at an unopened bottle of vermouth." Once again, what film is this from?
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"We're late. We're late. Crap, we're late." Sadie mumbles over and over as we speed down the university hallways to the spacious classroom. I laugh at her extremely worried face, not feeling bad at all for enjoying my friend's misery. "Stop laughing Ren! You can get in trouble too."
"Puh-lease," I drag out, flipping my blonde hair over my shoulder. "I'm too fabulous for that."
Sadie rolls her eyes.
Eventually, much to Sadie's relief and my body's relief, we make it to the room. Man, I really think I should sign up for the gym. My body is sweating and I'm panting like a worn out dog.
This time, Sadie laughs at me. She likes to go to the gym every Sunday morning, despite my reasoning that Sunday is the perfect day to sleep. I will never understand that girl's mind.
"Miss Kerry and Miss Cassidy, how lovely it is for you to show up." My teacher grunts, scowling at us for interrupting his lesson. Mr. Caine is an utter prick. He hates his job and loves to make sure we all know it. The guy hands out way too much homework and doesn't even mark half of it!
On the plus side though, he doesn't like theory. He prefers to make us perform so that he doesn't have to do as much work. Thus, all I do is read lines with a partner for the whole time. He tends to mark us with good grades so nobody checks in on this class.
Poor Sadie, on the other hand, has lots to do. Whilst I only have to act in the lesson, Sadie has to learn how to work the stage lights, learn how to set up the stage along with having to design a set.
Before Sadie can come up with a lame excuse, I say: "You're welcome Mr. Caine. I just love to grace you with my presence."
Mr. Caine's face turns beetroot red in anger, a vein practically popping out of his forehead. I am so evil.
Mr. Caine curls his upper lip and gestures for me to sit down, with a glare. Smiling innocently, I sit down at the back of the class, with Sadie following. She gives me a disbelieving look and sits down next to me.
"So today, you are going to work with a partner and one of the stage management crew to produce a short, 5-minute scene from a book of my choice." Mr. Caine informs us, his beady green eyes meeting mine with a glint in them. I bet he'll give me the hardest play just to embarrass me.
