Mariam, Mariah and Rhanda stopped in front of the 'Anne Frank' cast list posted on the bulletin board. The two girls gulped, and Mariam traced the Anne Frank name to the actor who would play it. And the name 'Mariam Carey'. Mariah felt her heart sink. She wanted that part so bad!

"I'm sorry Mariah." Mariam said to her friend who was now looking down in dismay. But Mariah wanted to be a good friend in return.

"Don't be."

"Personally I think you deserved it way more." Mariam muttered again, not taking her still-life eyes off the sheet on the wall. Then she turned to face Mariah and Rhanda. Mariah looked somewhat upset.

"No Mariam you're a way better actress, and you always have been."

"You know Margot's a really good role." Mariam said, trying her best to sound apathetic.

"...Yeah." Mariah forced out. Mariam nodded.

"And everyone knows that Anne Frank was a bluenette. So if you played her you'd have to dye your hair. And Mariah you're so cute as a pinkette." Mariah tilted her head to the side and smiled wearily.

"That's true." Mariah said, seemingly rocking back and forth on her heels again. Mariam turned and made another quick glance at the cast list.

"Oh look! Ray's playing Peter Van Daan. That... Means I'll have to kiss him. I hope you won't be jealous." Mariam said, giving Mariah a sincere face. All the while, Rhanda just stood silently and watched the duo proceed to discuss. But about Mariam's statement, Mariah seemed somewhat unsure.

"Well.. It's just acting right?" Mariah said to a shaky tone of voice.

"Yeah." Mariam muttered quickly. "Of course." Mariah nodded uncertainly. "I still feel bad though."

"Don't, Mariam, I'm really happy for you, I mean if it couldn't be me I'm glad it's you." Mariah said through a fake giggly smile. Mariam smiled and she and Mariah embraced friendly.

"You're my best friend Mariah." She said, patting Mariah's uniform-clad back. Mariah withdrew and smiled.

"I say we go to 'Fred Segal' and do some damage." Mariah said, her bright smile returning.

"Ah, sounds keen but I gotta pass. Rhanda and I have DT with Mr. G." Mariam said, holding her books to her waist and smiling at Rhanda. Mariah cringed.

"Ooh.. Be careful." She said, clasping her hands behind her back.

"Careful? Why?" Rhanda said, looking at each girl indecisively.

"Mr. Granger's kinda weird." Mariah continued. "Especially around girls. We think he's a pediatrist." Mariah said, leaning down to her new friend. Mariam smiled.

"Ignore her. She think's everyone's hot for her nubile bod." Mariam said, punching Mariah in the arm playfully. Mariah flinched.

"Ow..." She said, barely audible.

"Well anyway, Margot, we'll see ya later." Mariam said, turning swiftly and walking with Rhanda in the other direction.

"Alright Anne. Down with Nazis!" Mariah said, throwing her arm up in a delightful cheer.

"Boo Nazis!" Mariam called back. Mariam and Rhanda then continued to walk to Mr. G's room. But after they were out of sight, Mariah's frown returned and she turned to walk away.


Mariam sat in a desk closest to Mr. Granger's co-office, finishing her apology letter. He had Rhanda inside the office. Mariam could see because Granger had left the pull-shutter blinds open, and the office was pretty much only separated from the main classroom by glass walls. Mariam couldn't hear what they were saying, but she didn't like what she was seeing.

Through the window, Mariam could see Mr. Granger standing in front of Rhanda while she was sitting on the chair. He then lifted her chin to look at him. Mariam shifted uncomfortably. He then tugged on the end of Rhanda's heejab lightly. Mariam gulped. That was when he saw her looking in from the outside.

Mr. Granger walked over, and pulled the blinds closed. Mariam looked away in question.


Later that night Mariam sat with her father and her step-mother at the dining table in their large abode. She sat stiffly straight in the chair, eating her Chinese food perfectly with chop sticks. Her father was a slightly chubby man, with grey hair and a sharp tongue. Her step-mom, Kathy, was blonde, ambitious and too smart for her own good. Mariam also had a dog; Bobo, a bull dog. Anyway, Mariam sat at the table, wearing a black long-armed sweater and a pair of faded jeans. He wore boxers and a robe. Kathy was wearing an expensive pink chiffon outfit, skirt and blazer. La-de-da.

"Daddy I have some news. I'm going to be playing Anne Frank in the school play." He failed to acknowledge. But she did.

"The school play, I thought you wanted to be a movie star?" Kathy said. Mariam ignored her.

"Daddy I have some news. I'm going to be playing Anne Frank in the school play." This time, he did.

"Hm. Jew broad right? Anne Frank? She was Jewish? Can I just say this, kay, in my office, I wouldn't mind if it was 30, 40% maybe even 70% but ever since we took the company public being at a board meeting is like being at a fuckin' synagogue! I hear the surnames all around me, it's like Whitman, Gold, Hersh, Hahkman, Hashkaibdu,-" Her father pronounced the last one while holding his throat, "You know man I swear to God I feel threatened. I'm not kidding that's all I feel, I feel like a minority, fuck.." Her father finished.

"Kathy?" Mariam asked. Personally, she could care less what her father had to say. Kathy sighed.

"Mariam, we've talked about this. I'd really like it if you'd start calling me Mom." She snipped. Mariam failed to blink.

"Kathy?" Kathy sighed once again.

"Yes Mariam?"

"Do you fuck dogs?" but before Kathy had a chance to answer, Mariam's father had his mouth going again.

"I swear they're looking for an excuse, just looking for an excuse to fire me. Sometimes I hear them talking, and I'm like 'They're communicating, with eachother, in some kinda secret Yid code that I'm not perfect to'. I swear to God. Eat your Moo Pork, it's delicious." He said.

"I don't like-" Mariam was cut off,

"It's fuckin' delicious, eat it." Her father chimed. "Last week's meeting, there's a guy there. He's coughing right, coughing fit, a fucking coughing Kike. So I think, 'I'm sittin' here, and I'm thinking is he coughing in fuckin' Yiddish or something?' Listen, listen to this-" And with that, her father held his throat like last time and made a deep, low mumbled coughing that sounded somewhat like a language. "Yeah yeah, it's like wait till Hank turns his back, and then stab him with a dradle!" Mr. Carey made a stabbing motion with his chop sticks. Mariam had heard enough.

"Kathy?"

"Yes?"

"Kathy?"

"Yes?" The blonde repeated, trying her hardest to maintain a sensible tone.

"Do you fuck dogs?" Mariam asked once again. Kathy took a deep breath. She then looked towards Mr. Carey.

"This is interesting. I read about this. This is a phase; it's called 'Repetition'. It's when they feel they need to repeat things." But Mr. Joyce didn't look all too interested. He did the hand motion, waving her off.

"Please, Kathy, it's fine, it's fine". Mariam just sighed and looked up at the high-rise ceiling. But her dad was about to start another lecture just as high. "Ok, Mariam, listen to me. I'm gonna say something to you. There is a difference, between bonafide racism, and just speaking the truth. Which is what I'm doing here. You understand that right? A big difference!" Kathy seemed to be listening, and took a sip of her water. "Ok because racism, true racism, stems from ignorance." He said, nodding his head in effect. "It is ignorant! Now, I don't ever wanna catch you, being a racist." He pointed his chopsticks at her menacingly. "Now this is not to say you have license to bring fuckin' R. Kelly home for dinner, ok, or bangin' some fuckin beaner-"

"Hank!" Kathy tried to stop his rambling. Nope.

"Oh no, I'm just scared that she's gonna repeat some of this fuckin' shit at school! Because these teachers here, you got these fuckin' dykes, lesbians, these feminists of the school system with their rectal ranger buddies, 'Oh, it's the parent's fault', 'it's the upbringing'. As if what, like kids couldn't be fuckin' assholes on their own, and by the way no swearing." He finally finished. Mariam didn't even blink, once again.

"When you were fucking my dog, he was going like this:" Mariam put her hand on the table, closed her eyes and made some sad, weensy dog whiney sounds. Mainly what a canine orgasm would sound like. Kathy swallowed hard and leant back in her seat.

"Mariam stop it!" Her father said, knocking the table lightly with his fist. "Now you are upsetting Bobo." He said, pointing to the pooch. Sad thing was, he didn't say it in a humorous way at all. "I just got him back from the vet's center." Hank continued to eat his noodles, and then a phone ring was heard. All 3 picked up their cells at the same time.

"Hello?" They said in unison.

"Hi mom!" Mariam said happily as she arose from the table. Hank and Kathy just groaned and put their cells away.

"You know what this is? The jews, they call, they hang up..!" Her father grumbled. Mariam exited the main dining room and into the living room to talk with her mom.

"Yeah yeah, I got your card. It was great, except my name isn't spelt with an I after the M, my dog's name is Bobo, not Bubbles, and I actually turned 15." Mariam paused to listen to her mother. "No no no, it's ok, understandable error. I'm precocious." Mariam paused again. "Dad got me a digital video camera so he could tape my violin recitals instead of actually attending them like a good parent would." A tiny beep was heard. "Oh Mom can you hang on a second I got another call." Mariam pushed the button. "Hello?" It was Enrique. He said he finally remembered a couple of jokes about why beer is better than a woman. Mariam nodded soulfully. "Hey Enrique, could you hang on a second? I'm on the other line with my Mom." He said he would, so Mariam switched back to the conversation with her mother. "Hello? Yeah, hey Mom, I'm back." Mariam listened to her mother's droning voice. "Already? But we've only been talking for like, a minute." Her mother made an excuse, probably. "Ok. Bye. Oh wait, Mom! I love you." Mariam said respectively. Then she clicked back to Enrique. "Okay, Enrique, tell me, why is beer better than a woman?" She said. Honestly, she didn't really care. Enrique's muffled voice said he didn't remember, and that he wanted Mariam to come over. "Yeah yeah, I'll be over a little later ok?" Mariam sighed and hung up. She then walked back into the dining room with her arguing guardians.

The minute she stepped into the room...

"Mariam, how many times have I told you not to leave the table for a phone call?" Kathy's annoying voice spat. Mariam just rolled her eyes and took a sip of her water. But she then abruptly turned.

"And when you were done fucking my dog, you layed down on my bed all sweaty and naked and then you said, 'there's nothing like hard canine cock to satisfy my desires." Mariam was pleased with herself.

"So how's school?" Hank asked, still digging at his ramen. Mariam didn't answer.

"I gotta go."

"Where?" He asked.

"Out."

"With who?" He pressured on, still keeping eye contact with his food.

"My asscrack!" Mariam shouted back after she disappeared down the hallway. Kathy looked up in thought.

"Asscrack...? That's interesting. You know anal fixation is-"

"Kathy is it theoretically possible for you to shut up for more than 5 seconds at a time?!" Her step-dad thundered, pulling Bobo into his lap.


Mariam moaned in ecstasy, and she clasped the pillow behind her head. Pleasure soared through her lower regions. Another grunt arose from her throat. She was making the most interesting little mewling noises from the back of her esophagus. Finally, with one last powerful, orgasmic moan, Mariam felt her body relax. She layed comfortably back onto the pillow.

"Thanks.. Enrique." Mariam said as the blonde boy slowly arose from his position at her opening. "That was nice." Mariam reached over and grabbed her jeans. "You're actually pretty good at that when you remember to take your retainer out." She said, handing the navy piece of dental equipment to him. Mariam got up off the bed and pulled on her jeans.

Enrique spread onto the bed, and began to unbuckle his pants.

"My turn."

"Enrique I'm sorry I gotta run, I got homework, and I have to memorize my lines,... We'll get you next time okay?" Mariam said, standing by the door of Enrique's bedroom.

"Next time?! You say that everytime, next time! I dunno Mariam, you don't treat me right this is not a balanced relationship." He said as Mariam walked over and layed beside him on the plaid bed. She had to shut him up; Before he wore away her ears with his complaining. She pressed her soft scarlet lips to his. She pulled away after a couple seconds.

"Next time I'll go first mmkay?" She said, getting off her bare chested boyfriend and walking out Enrique's door. Enrique groaned.

"Yeah right... God dammit! I FALL FOR IT EVERY TIME!" He yelled, taking a deep breath.


One Month Later


Mariah ran down the hallway, her newly dyed-blue locks twirling in the wind behind her. She leant against the drama door, tears pouring out of her golden eyes. She was all a-shake, sobbing. Mariam jogged down after her. Mariah angrily ripped the 'Roxbury Drama' cast list off the doors and crumpled it, throwing it ferociously to the ground. Mariam held Mariah soothingly, rubbing her hair and sshhhhing her like a mother would do to her newborn.

"I hate him! I hate him so much!"Mariah sobbed.

"I know, I know..." Mariam said, nodding her head understandingly.

"I can't believe he did that to me!"Mariah said, tears still forming in her golden orbs. "In front of Ray, in front of everybody!"

"Shhhh, he's nothing." Mariam soothed, smoothening Mariah's now-blue hair. "He's absolutely nothing, he's nobody!" She continued. Mariah was all red and flushed. Her mascara had also started to run.

"I feel like I have this fire inside of me, and I wanna breathe it out! I, I wanna burn him! I wanna watch him burn!" Mariah said, her voice shaky and quivering. Mariam nodded.

"He will Mariah. We'll burn him. You and me." The naturally bluenette said calmly.

"...How? Tell me how."Mariah said, looking at her friend in deep sadness.

"We'll talk about it. Just come over tonight, I invited Rhanda too, we'll all talk about it okay?" Mariah blinked as the last tear dropped to the hollow floors of Roxbury Academy.

"Ok." Mariah said in a quiet voice. She looked down before looking up again. "I love you Mariam."

"I love you too." Mariam said calmly. "Come on." With that, both girls strolled down the school corridor.