-1Carlie Gold was feeling irritable that morning. Last night had been practically the worst night of her life. From everything her friends had told her, Cristina Arnez, some obscure chorus girl, had run in and taken her glory. And no one even bothered to ask where Carlie was.
Those should've been my flowers and interview, she thought miserably. Not to mention, I heard Ryan was hitting on her last night. Carlie, for once, tried very hard not to cry, which was unusual since extravagant crying scenes had always gotten her her way. But this was different. This time she was about to cry for real, which surprised even her.
She washed her face, got dressed, grabbed a granola bar and headed out the door. Even her blue Ferrari couldn't make Carlie feel special today. What did it matter, really? That little Cristina bitch had gone and taken most of what was important to her.
Homeroom wasn't any better either. Not if the squeals of "Omigosh, did you hear?" from her friends were any indicator.
"Did I hear what?" asked Carlie. One of her friends, Caroline, leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Cristina slept with Ryan last night."
Carlie paled. No, this is not happening, she unsuccessfully tried to convince herself. This kind of thing is not supposed to happen to someone like me. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.
"So, where exactly is that little skank anyway?"
Caroline frowned. "That's the weird part. She's not actually at school today, but Ryan is, which is what makes it weird."
Carlie felt her jaw muscles tightening. "If you see her, you tell that bitch to watch her back."
She stormed out without another word. There was only one way she could think of to exact revenge right about now, a way that would put the school back to the way it was supposed to be.
Carlie pulled out a sheet of paper, and scribbled something quickly. Then, she stowed the paper away, and knocked on the door of Mr. Andrews's office.
"Come in," he said. He looked surprised at seeing Carlie. "Miss Gold, I didn't think I'd be seeing you after what happened with the rehearsal. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
She expertly feigned angst and nervousness as she shut the door, and sat down in front of the desk. "Well, it's Cristina," Carlie said carefully. "I know she's auditioning for the musical, but I-I just don't think it's such a good idea."
He frowned. "What do you mean?" Carlie wrung her hands. "Well, it's just that-that I found this in the girls' locker room. I guess it must have fallen out of her purse." She handed the piece of paper to him.
"It's a note she wrote to my friend, Caroline. See, she's going to audition for the musical and everything, but on the night of the show, she's just going to wreck it."
Mr. Andrews frowned again before opening the note. "Oh," he said in revelation. "I don't believe it. But why? Cristina is such an asset."
Carlie faked a sob. "I know, sir. That's just what makes it so horrible."
He faltered, "But she knows- well, I just don't believe it."
She nodded sympathetically. "I didn't expect her to be in touch with the angel of music, either."