Sorry Sammy... I definitely wasn't going out with Sammy, I hated him even if his voice sounded like an angel's. So smooth, so soft, but serious at the same time. Even if I wanted to, he wouldn't, he probably hated me as much as I did, well, except for my name. He said he liked that. But, I like Susie better than Susanna.
"What song did he make you sing?" I asked Annabelle. "Sing out your heart." She said through a mouthful of peanut butter and jelly. "What about you?" Sing your heart out sounded like a completely normal song, while Joy to the Destruction of the World sounded a little bit more than disturbing. "Make up your Life..." I said hoping it would sound normal. "Cool."
The next morning, I got up around 9:00 am and got ready for the big day ahead of me. I drove to Joey Drew Studios, again, and found my self in a crowd of people. "Tryouts for Alice Angel, this way!" People yelled and motioned down the hall, where only a few girls were, the other nine participants, I guessed. I got with the others and stared into space thinking, when a girl suddenly hopped up from in front of me, making me start. "Hi there!" She said in a high pitched voice. "I'm Allison, what's your name?" I hesitated for a moment, almost forgetting my name. "I'm Susie. I hope you do a good job!" I said trying to make a good impression, so if I'd win she wouldn't think I was a total snob.
I stared into space with a ginormous goofy grin on my face, as I thought about Sammy. I sighed, his voice was so amazing! Allison must have noticed my sloppy smile, because she tapped me, pretty hard, on the shoulder. "Hey, are you okay?" She said with a worried expression on her face. Great, I thought to myself, now she thinks I'm crazy! "I'm fine, I was thinking about the... ice cream I'm going to eat afterwards." I lied. Now it was my turn to ask if she was okay. She had the same look on her face that I wore the moment before.
"I was just thinking about that Sammy Lawrence." She said calmly. I grunted unexpectedly, jealous. "Sorry, I grunt when I'm scared." I said with a tone. "Excuse me." And I walked towards the bathroom to bottle up all the anger in me. Anyone who liked Sammy would flip my jealousy. I stopped in my tracks, why was I acting like this, he was just a guy I would never see again. Just then I saw the person who I least expected to be there, Annabelle, and she was looking at me with anger that I'd never seen before.
Annabelle walked up to me, her face steaming hot. "You lied to me! You told me that you were going on a date! Once I saw Sammy in there I knew you lied to me!" She said harshly. "I'm sorry, I just didn't want to upset you because I thought you weren't chosen!" I said to her, pleadingly. "And you lied to me, too! You didn't tell me anything about it, you didn't even ask about it!" I was getting tears in my eyes now. "I asked your mom if you got the part, and she said you didn't, so I didn't want to bring it up." Annabelle said sadly. "But, w-why d-didn't you tell m-me that y-you got t-the p-part?" I asked her shakily, with tears streaming down my face. "Because, I didn't want to upset yoooou, and I didn't go because if you didn't get the part, I wouldn't either. And, when you told me that you were "doing something else", I decided to go." She stood expressionless, looking at the music department, then said in a quiet, raspy voice, "I did this for you." and walked away to her spot in line.
What did she mean by "I did this for you", I wondered as I also returned to my spot, behind Allison. She and everyone else had watched our fight. She turned to me and was about to say something, but decided not to. Anyway, it was almost Allison's turn, she didn't have to say anything.
Allison had walked in, and since I was the last in line, I had no company. I felt bad for lying to Annabelle, and wanted to apologize. She had left without saying a word, though, and there was nothing I could do about it. I kept my eyes on the bulb that flashed when you could go in. It looked so empty without anything inside it. No color. No light. Nothing to fill it up at all, unless you pressed a button. It was like me, nothing would fill me up unless I had Annabelle back. I looked down and saw my blonde hair, let down. I winced, I was ashamed of it.
Both my parents and my eight year old sister, Marie, have dark hair and dark eyes, but I have blonde hair and green eyes. My parents say that I look beautiful, but I don't look anything like them. Not one girl that's popular has blonde hair. Their's vary from black to brown to red hair. Not blonde. Annabelle has red and Lina has dark brown. Not blonde. Sammy is the only person I'd talked to who had a shade similar to mine. It brought a whole new meaning to my hair. I smiled, maybe blonde hair wasn't that bad.