Larissa
So I DIDN'T get the part.
BIG DEAL. So I'm failing English and math and spanish - WHO CARES?
I'm having FUN. I've got a LIFE.
School's not the MOST important thing in the world, no matter what my FRIENDS say.
Who do they think they are anyway?
My mother crossed her legs and then uncrossed them. She was fidgeting even more than I do when I'm upset. "I thought you said Ms. Upton hadn't graded your tests yet." Her voice sounded weird, like she wasn't opening her mouth all the way when she talked. "Isn't that what you said yesterday?"
"Well . . . um . . . I can't remember," I said.
"Well, I can!" my father said in a very angry tone.
"Larissa, I just don't understand," my mother said. "How could you lie to us? You sat there and flat-out lied to us."
"I'm sorry, Mum. Really, I am. I guess I just panicked," I said. "The thing is that I've been so busy rehearsing for West Side Story-"
"If you can't keep up your grades," my mother said, "you shouldn't be in any sort of musical. That goes without saying."
"No! I'm not giving up the play," I argued. This was a total and complete nightmare.
I'd study math all weekend, and I'd offer to take a makeup test next week. But I wasn't quitting the play. They couldn't make me.
They hadn't even asked for details about my audition. They didn't care about anything except my stupid grade point average. They didn't even know who I was.