FOUR

Ash's already otherwise grim look suddenly darkened.

Nervously, I bit my lip where the red lipstick was already smeared, while my brain was frantically searching for a decent excuse.

But I could think of nothing. So I just stopped in front of him in the middle of the hall and looked at him, whereupon he raised his right eyebrow.

"Make room," he finally growled. Wow, he could talk after all.

With a bright red head, I took an embarrassed step back.

"Excuse me," I tried to justify myself, but he had already rushed away and left me standing embarrassed in the hallway.

Dejected, I made my way to the biology room, where I was the last one to enter the classroom, 5 minutes too late.

My biology teacher, Miss Oliverson, looked at me critically, but then left me alone and turned to the blackboard, ready to start her lesson.

Annoyed, I also made my way to my seat, ready to slam my clothes on the table and listen to the next joker for an hour.

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After the bell rang for the last time today, a horde of students stormed out into the open as if their lives depended on it.

I, on the other hand, had to enroll in the Theater~Ag, because my parents force me to do so every time, since it is supposed to educate further and make contacts. But I think they just want me out of the house as much as possible to have a "good atmosphere". I really drove them crazy sometimes and always had my own head, which I always had to get through the wall with. For years they tried to make a perfect daughter out of me, but when they realized that it was no use, they gave up and left me to myself. But still I was dependent on them, they told me what I had to do and what not to do. They didn't ask me to make mistakes, because they couldn't afford to be negatively affected by their daughter.

They wanted to change every little detail they didn't like, like a doll. But I am not a doll, not an object. I am their daughter, their own flesh and blood, a person with feelings.

I didn't feel like belonging in an Ag, because it always took time and nerves. You had to put in a lot of work if you wanted to do it well. The least amount of work was in acting, where you only had to learn the text by heart and be present at the lessons. On top of that, some parts were really funny to play.

Only a few meters separated me from the registration desk. The old woman at the counter looked bored through the school corridor, her head supported with her hands and sighed loudly. I guess she didn't have much to do here all day. No wonder, most of them stayed away from Ags, since they already had enough homework for school, let alone tests.

That is why the Ags were never really full. Only most of them enrolled for acting because they knew, like me, that you didn't have to put much time into it. When the theaters ~ Ag was full, you had to fight for the cheap seats. The last place was the garden ~ Ag. I had to go there last year, because I had dawdled a lot with the registered letters.

The garden ~ Ag consisted of 5 people: Brandon, his armpit hair collection (yes, according to him it also counts as a human), Samantha, Sarah and last but not least there was me.

Samantha and Sarah are typical favorite students. They always prefer school, and expect others to do the same. So not only was weeding the weeds the worst problem, no, two assfaces had to force you to study with them after class for the stupid school.

Last year was an apprenticeship for me. I will never set foot in the garden ~ Ag again. So I signed up for acting as soon as possible.

The woman put on her old glasses and started to write my name down. At least I could now cross this thing off my to-do list, which I had put together myself this year.

Satisfied, she nodded and started to fill out various forms that I had to sign myself at the end.