Oblivious

Oh Se-Ah POV

I stared at the wall that had assignments across it's dull grey surface. I groaned inwardly at the partner I had been given for the final of the Theater exam. I didn't like the girl I had been assigned to work with. In Sook-Ja was a witch in high heels. The girl thought she was god's gift to all men and acted as if the world owed her everything. And I sure as hell wasn't going to give her anything. I swear if she messed up my grade for some BS, then I would rip her long, luscious eyelashes out!

The next day, I handed Sook-Ja the script I had taken 5 hours to write out. "You have 4 hours to memorize this. I expect you know how to do that. There will be no prompts to help you." She looked at me and leaned closer, " Yes, I know what to do. Don't screw this up for me. I plan to get a top score for this." I closed my eyes and stepped backwards away from her. Her breath stunk. I swallowed the little bit of bile I tasted at the back of my throat and turned away.

I waved my hand at her and spoke over my shoulder. "I will do what I can." I chuckled to myself. I had found out earlier that even though we had a partner, we would be graded individually and that some of the entertainment companies would be sitting in the booth watching. I hoped to catch the attention of someone, even if they were a small company. I just wanted to be on the big screen. It would full fill a dream since I discovered my father was an actor in the United States.

There was 2 more hours to practice and I walked to where Sook-Ja was sitting, flipping through Instagram and taking selfies. I shook my head at her and plastered on a smile. "Hey, do you want to practice for a few minutes. " I thought it best to attempt to look like I was being her partner, even if I didn't expect her acting to be any good.

She reminded me of Kristin Stewart in America. Cringe. She nodded and picked up the script. I noticed she had scratched over half of it out and written in whatever she wanted. Man, she was stupid...I had a degree in screenwriting and she was working on this one. I am sure she had no clue what a script even was.

I smiled and started with my parts. I had made it a seemingly easy scene where she was a hostage and I was the kidnapper. Sook-Ja started making the horrid crying effect and I had to swallow my bile once again. She honestly made me sick to my stomach.

It helped my acting as I got angry that she was acting like such a wimpy fool. I allowed her to go through the script her way. I had to fill in the gaps because she had changed almost everything to make her look so pathetic as a victim. Honestly, I knew she would do that. It would make me look so much better.

It was now time for us to go on stage and complete our exam. I wrapped a soft cloth around her wrists loosely. She complained and I told her it would help her acting, so she allowed it. I bowed to the teacher and took a deep breathe. I used all my contempt for the girl in front of me to focus and the exam began.

ACTING EXAM TAKE 3- : ( She wouldn't stop screaming...if I could have, I would have gagged her. The teacher told us to start over for the third time. So we started over, I told her to stop screaming. I thought it would be great if I could slap her, but I knew she would scream again or completely fail. So I came up with a plan and put it into action.

SJ: Ahhhh...where am I? what do you want?

Me: Shut up! I don't think you realize just how much I want to slice your tongue out right now.

SJ: what? why would you do that? I never did anything to you.

Me: Are you sure? I think that you're mere existence irks me enough to have cause to do this. I hated you from the beginning. I need no other reason to have you here.

SJ: BUT... Me: No buts...I think I have changed my way of thinking, you should cease to breath.

SJ: *screams* Me: No one is going to hear you. ( I walk closer to her and run my finger across her throat like a knife. She literally forgets her lines and keeps screaming and pleading. I pop my neck and kneel between her legs, looking into her teary eyes.)

Me: Do you really think I will let you go. Hate is a very powerful motivator. Maybe I should take it slowly. Would you prefer fast or slow?

SJ: Don't do it. I am not worth it. (My lips curl into a terrible smirk. I was really enjoying this. I glanced at the teacher who was holding up an sign with a 1, meaning 1 minute was left. I grabbed her knees as I stood, my fingers grasping her tightly. I walked very slowly away from her and held my fingers out like a gun. I moved them up and down as if trying to find a target.)

Me: Any last words? SJ: *screams* No...please don't. (her tears were so realistic, maybe they were. I know she wasn't ready for this. She shouldn't have changed the script..)

Me: Bye doll. ( I "fired" my gun and started chuckling softly as I turned an walked away. She stared at me shocked and then remembered she should be dead and "died". I turned and bowed to the teacher and the hidden managers . I hoped they enjoyed the show. I know I did. Even if I didn't pass, it was fun!)

"I can't believe you did that!" Sook-Ja yelled at me as she was released from the binds on her hands. I laughed at her and gave her a similarly eerie look, "Maybe you should have gone by the script then. I was going to release you because I had a change of heart." She looked at the script in her hand and then at me and with a huff walked off. I looked at the teachers, who were smiling and walked off stage.

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Hi, my name is Oh Se-Ah and I am an actress. I was raised in the USA by my Korean mother. My father was an actor but I never knew him. He didn't stick around after I was born and I am ok with that. I do carry his acting bug in my DNA though. Much to my mother's dismay, I decided to come to South Korea and go to film school. It looks like I won't make many friends either. I mean, I just took an exam. Right? ;)