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Terra's POV

April sixth, 3000

Cotta came home WHOLE FIVE MINUTES LATE! She's never late, for anything except...well...she's just never late. She said she wanted to take a scenic route but she said this with hidden excitement. Cotta never gets so excited. She's keeping something from me. I'm not used to that. Operation Interrogate Cotta is in effect.

On the flip side she is actually reading through the script. I haven't really read the play. I know, hypocrite, right? But so far I think Cotta might be a little interested in getting the part. As in, she has not burnt the script and scattered the ashes across the seven seas. That's definitely a plus.

What I learned: Even twins keep secrets.

Peace out,

Terra

I saved the entry and lay back on my bed. I wasn't lying when I had said Cotta never keeps secrets. She told me about all her problems and I mine. All of my problems, no exceptions. Except-

Never mind. Forget I said anything

(Next day)

Okay, get this. I actually completed the survey that was handed out on Monday. It wasn't hard. In fact, I had just enough time to grab everyone's paper to see what they put.

Name: Terra

Gender: Gal

Hobbies: You name it. Actually, the real challenge is finding something I don't like.

Considered careers: Lawyer, I guess.

Physical Description: ? Well okay.. um, red hair, blue eyes, freckles, and kinda tall.

Family relations: Mom, Dad, Lil' Bro, and twin sister.

Past time: Listening music and picking on my twin. :)

What's your idea of a Utopian society: People who don't work for a good job become like the 'untouchables' from history class. People who are passionate about what they're doing get better job options.

Name: Cotta

Gender: Girl

Hobbies: Tennis, track, and photography (mostly wild life)

Considered careers: Photographer or some job outside. I hate walls.

Physical Description: Brown hair, gray eyes, tan-ish skin. What is the point of this part?

Family relations: Mom, Dad, little brother, and twin sister.

Past time: Singing and ignoring my twin.

What's your idea of a Utopian society: Everyone gets enough food and shelter. People get the jobs they worked for.

Name: Sesimmy (Simmy)

Gender: Girl

Hobbies: Drawing, theatre, and track.

Considered careers: Chef or public speaker, IDK.

Physical Description: Blonde, blue eyes, and pale-ish. How is this necessary?

Family relations: Dad and older brother.

Past time: Sketching and teaching my dad to cook.

What's your idea of a Utopian society: Everyone gets their share of food. NO VIOLENCE!

Name: Trounce

Gender: Guy

Hobbies: Football, gardening (don't tell anyone), and video games.

Considered careers: Rancher/farmer (maybe) or physical therapist.

Physical Description: African-American, brown eyes, and pretty strong. I'm a little creeped out by this question.

Family relations: Little sister, Mom, and Dad.

Past time:Teaching my little sister to tend our farm and climb. Also playing catch with friends.

What's your idea of a Utopian society: I don't know. I don't care about politics.

Name:Ibis

Gender: Girl

Hobbies: Reading and watching movies.

Considered careers: Director or job in the movie-making business

Physical Description: Brown hair and eyes, pale-ish. This seems a bit random.

Family relations: Mom, Dad, older brother, and older sister.

Past time: Criticizing stupid mistakes in movies and in books. Sometimes putting in a compliment or two.

What's your idea of a Utopian society: As long as a somewhat intelligent person in charge, I don't care.

Name: Papri

Gender: Guy

Hobbies: Watching old episodes like Project Runway and sewing (mention this to anyone and I will hunt you down).

Considered careers: Designer.

Physical Description: African-American, dark hair and eyes, and kinda short. Why is this significant? What happened to judging despite appearance?

Family relations: Older sister and Mom.

Past time: reading up on design.

What's your idea of a Utopian society: No comment.

"Trounce? You tend gardens?"

After reading my friends' answers I look at them differently. Less like peers and more like human beings, if that makes any sense. Less like people you know and more like people who know you. people who you understand have feelings and judge themselves and others.

"I told you I didn't want anyone reading it." he said sheepishly.

"No, no. It's fine. It's just...this big guy on the football team tending gardens. It's a bit of an oxymoron."

I turned to Papri, "I'm not exactly surprised about your sewing addiction. You's always flipping through Vogue magazines and stuff."

"It's not an addiction." Papri protested, "I just like making designs and colors compliment a person."

It sounded like he'd been holding that in for a while so I didn't press.

"Let's look at your paper, Terra." Simmy said, snatching the survey from my hand.

"Lawyer?" Ibis teased, "You wouldn't wear a business uniform to save your life! Much less contribute to an argument politely."

I opened my mouth to prove just how persuasive I can be but I was cut off by the school bell. Thank God. I didn't really have a defense ready.

Cotta's POV

I can't sit still. The teacher is saying something about one of the World Wars. The third one, I think. Each time I try to pay attention I have major spaz attacks. It's worse than fandom attacks and those are pretty crazy. Hey, you try learning some top-secret information at fifteen and keeping it that way: secret.

I'm burning holes into the clock with my gaze, willing the little black hands to point towards the end of the school.

Number of minutes this took: 5 Number of minutes this seemed to take: Zillions Number of times the teacher called on me:2 Number of times I got the question wrong: 2 Number of suspicious looks cast by Terra: countless (What's her deal anyway?).

Eventually, the bell rang. An annoying shrill sound that on any other day would pierce my eardrums but today was a symphony.

I swerved through the maze of desks to the door and shot into the sea of high schoolers. Why was everyone so slow today? I was tempted to just push people out of the way. A particularly pimply person (try saying that five times fast) was blocking the only way to get to my locker.

I tapped his opposite shoulder and he spun away from me towards the crowd, got confused and joined the flood of people once more.

Yes! I thought as I attacked my lock and yanked out my backpack. I was dashing out of the school when I heard a single voice over the roar of students.

"And where do you think you're going?"

I spun around to see Terra staring at me critically.

"Umm...what do you mean?" I asked casually.

"I mean why aren't you in the auditorium? Why aren't you trying out?"

Oh, yeah. Without saying a word I rush back into the school, pushing my way to the Fine Arts wing. I burst into the auditorium to see the auditions have already begun. I slung my pack into a seat and raced to get in line.

And that's when the nerves began.

It started with the single thought: What if my voice cracks? Then there was the shiver in my spine and a flutter in my stomach. My throat ran dry and my tongue felt awkward in my mouth. I began wringing my hands, trying to convince myself everything will be all right. Needless to say it didn't work.

Think, I thought to myself, when are you not afraid to sing?

In the shower.

That was the first thing that popped in my head. The only time I ever sang is in the shower.

Okay, I'll pretend I'm in the shower.

I started by pretending the auditorium was empty. Then the darkened walls and lamps transformed into tile and lights. The spotlight disappeared and was replaced with a steady stream of water. The shower.

The theatre head called my name. The image in my head faltered for a moment but I regained confidence and stepped into the 'shower'.

And began to sing.

BWAHAHAHA! I just love cliffies! They're like my BCLFF! Not that I'll ever tell you what that means unless someone figures out who Terra represents. I'm dying for someone to crack the code (red hair, talkative, rebellious. come on you know it!).

Thank you ILoveHungerGames9999 (love your pen name BTW) for the uplifting review!

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