As soon as War History was over, I found myself in various classrooms, all with instructors teaching various subjects. After War History, came Literature, then came a short break, Biology, Foreign Language, Physical Education, and finally, our lunch break. For lunch, I ate Grilled Lemon-Herb Chicken with Feta Rice on the side, Carrie ate a Caesar Salad. If there is an advantage of having Amnesia, it would be forgetting you hate eating certain foods because you ate it so often before, and when I regained my memory, I had grown to feel indifferent of chicken, from the perspective of my opinion of chicken during the attic days, of course. Today, I find chicken to be just another meal.
We ate our food, while conversing with one another, talking about our experience thus far. She was so excited I was chosen to portray the "Great Leader." I wanted to know if she had been chosen for anything, I asked her, and she said, "They told me they would tell me if I got any role." We ate the rest of our lunch, and then on of Mr. Litman's assistants came over to us and handed Carrie a Manila envelope. The assistant walked away before Carrie was able to open it. Inside the folder was a sheet of paper, it read, "You have been chosen to play someone so despicable, and so heinous, she doesn't even deserve to be mentioned in an e-mail. You will play, the betrayer of our Great Leader's heart, the Whore of Budapest, Ava Telek."
"Okay, that is an oddly specific name, I don't know how or why, but it feels directed at you Carrie, "I stated while observing the paper. I continued eating my food, and all of a sudden, Carrie asked me an odd question, "Do you think I'm a whore?" I looked into her desperate eyes and said, "No. you're not a whore." She asked, "Well, why was I selected to portray one?" I responded, "You probably just resemble her, it's probably not anything personal." She still appeared a bit depressed, luckily Chris III and Leigh had just gotten their food, and I called them over for help. I explained the situation, and Leigh responded with, "Well, of course we'd like to help you with your pain in the ass problems, when we'd rather be with our own friends." "Shut up Leigh, she needs our help," Chris III responded.
Chris III came to the conclusion that it would help Carrie if Leigh told her who she had been chosen to portray. Leigh was quick to respond with, "I don't know, mine was actually very kick-ass." "No she wasn't, she was a mentally disturbed drug addict who was always pulling different stunts with Kim Jong Un," Chris III remarked. "Yeah, but at least she got shit done, not like that angry old guy who ran for president in the 2016 election. You know, Barney Clara Sue Saunders," Leigh said with confidence. Chris III eagerly responded, "Barney Clara Sue Saunders, Clara Sue Saunders is Cory's sister!" "What, I thought they said her fucking name was Carrie," Leigh said. "No, the other one," Chris III said. "Mom's fucking name is not Clara Sue Saunders," Leigh responded. "No, his other sister, when he was William Arnold," Chris III said. "Well, Barney 'The Purple Dinosaur' Saunders, or Sandals, or whatever," Leigh said angry and confused. "Shut the hell up Leigh, you don't know jack shit about politics. Stop trying to sound smart! Oh, and don't bad mouth Momma," Chris III said as a final response.
Leigh smirked while she said, "Ha, Momma, calm down you Oedipus-Complex-having son of a bitch." Chris III exclaimed irritated, "What did I say, what did I say!" Leigh stated and asked while leaning closer to Chris III, "Yeah, you heard what I said. What are you going to do about it? Momma's boy!" The both of them continued to argue, returning statements back and forward. They argued for so long that their chatter soon sounded like a foreign language to me, and this made me think about siblings. I thought about how odd it is to hear siblings argue, I mean, I knew siblings argued, but not like this. Even Clara Sue would only say things like, "You can't replace Willie," but then she would walk away. I guess Carrie and I had never really argued, and while Chris and Cathy had their arguments, they were about marital issues, such as Chris not helping more around the house.
I knew that if I didn't put an end to their bickering, they would never stop. I immediately jumped into the conversation, and firmly stated, "Hey, stop fighting! Let's get back to the task at hand, let's help Carrie." Chris III looked at me surprised, "You screamed, Momma always said you were a bit of an introvert," he said. "Yes, I know, I feel a bit strange now," I replied. "Okay, look, Leigh's going to portray Angelica Pickles. She was a strung out crack whore who was high 90 percent of the time," Chris III told us. Chris III stopped talking to us and asked Leigh, "Wait, are you Crazy Angelica or Alternate Universe Angelica?" "Crazy Angelica," Leigh quickly responded. "Okay, look, what I am trying to say is that Leigh is portraying a true degenerate, and there is no need to feel asham... I mean Ava is a terrible woman who hurt our Great Leader," Chris III nearly screamed, as he looked around nervously, then looking back at Carrie and I while slightly shaking his head, indicating "No." Feeling paranoid. Chris III got up and walked away to the table where his friends were seated. Leigh, feeling she was no longer mandated to sit with us, got up, and sat with her own friends. I looked over at Carrie, and she seemed to be in a better mood now than she was before. We finished our lunch, and spent the rest of the time conversing about other topics.
After the lunch break was over, I had Mathematics, and finally, my most favorite class, Music and Performance. It was in that class that I felt the most comfortable in. Everyone who had been selected to portray someone was in that class, along with everyone who would play the live music during performances, such as the weekly shows for the "Great Leader." It was in that class that I learned how to use various other instruments. It was also where I learned how to coordinate the rest of the performers, and plan each weekly performance. To put it in simple terms, having that class was amazing experience. It emphasized my love for music, and it gave me the experience to come out of my shell and face the world.
