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"Mrs. Gallagher, is there any possible way for me to get another role?" I ask the drama director.

"I'm sorry, but the results are final, Jenny," she says.

"No, I mean, can you make my understudy Christie play my part?"

"There was a reason why I cast you and Nate your roles. You two have the most amazing chemistry that I've ever seen." She goes into her office and goes through a bunch of papers. She hands me one sheet and I go over it. It was the part with my kiss with Nate. Wickham passionately kisses Georgiana.

"I have to 'passionately' kiss him?" My stomach tightens.

"You're a high school student. There shouldn't be any reason why you couldn't do it. From what I've heard, some girls would die to be in your shoes."

"I know they would, but still. I just want to know if there's any way that I could get Christie to play my part."

"Unless you're injured or become ill, you're stuck with the part."

I think that gives me an idea…

XoLAGOHxO

Surprisingly, Shane took it pretty well. He wasn't that mad that I was cast as Georgiana. I told him that I wanted to be in the ensemble to keep an eye on Nate and Christie to see how their progress would be going. He totally bought it, and I swore that I wouldn't lie to him like that again. That lie was purely for an emergency. All Christie did was give me encouragement.

"Oh, you totally deserved that role. You and Nate amazing together."

She told me that and a bunch of other things similar to it. The disappointment was evident through her eyes but I could still tell that the encouragement was genuine. She wanted that role so bad and I took it from her. I can't just let Nate win that easily.

All weekend I tried coming up with plans to get me out of the situation. Only one came to mind that would actually work. Carrying out the plan would be hard for me to do. I've never done or experienced anything like this before.

And now you can find me late for my lunch period. Standing alone on the stairs that lead to the cafeteria. I start to second guess the idea. Maybe it's a little bit too irrational. I can come up with something less controversial. I force the thoughts out of my mind. I feel like I have to do it. To make sure that Nate and Christie end up together. To make sure that I could be with Shane without having to worry about another person having feelings towards me.

I walk up the steps to the second floor, my left hand touching the railing. This would be the last time that I'd use it like this in the coming weeks. I take in several deep breaths at the top. To get to the first floor, there were two flights of stairs. I would need both to successfully carry out this plan. I walk backwards until my back hit the double doors. Then I run for it.

I dash down the stairs by two steps, three steps, then jump the last six. Using the building momentum, I turn right and jump down the final flight. I stick my left arm in front of me to break the incoming fall. Please let it be my left wrist. Please let it be my left wrist..

Then I hear the crunching of my left wrist, and I feel the satisfaction of successfully carrying out my plan. That feeling goes away only to be replaced by searing pain. I lose all of the energy to stand up and go get help. Instead, I just lay there, staring at the injured limb. I couldn't really see it, but I knew that a cluster of bones had somehow been broken pretty badly in there.

I hear feet going down the steps and a person rushing to my side. It was Brad. For once, instead of seeing a smirk on his face, he was frowning and actually looked concerned. He picks me up then carries me to the nurse's office.

XoLAGOHxO

"Hello, Jenny. My name is Dr. Goldstein." The nurse had called my mom who immediately drove over to the school. So now I was sitting in one of the rooms in the radiology department about to see the results from my x-ray. My mom shakes hands with the young doctor and I shake his hand, too. My left arm was wrapped in gauze.

"Okay, so do you both see this part right here?" He points to the cluster of bones that connected my wrist to my hand ligaments.

"Is it supposed to look all weird like that?" I ask. Some of the several small bones were spread apart. It was like an incomplete jigsaw puzzle.

"No, it's supposed to fit nicely together like a puzzle. Unfortunately, Jenny, you've damaged your carpal bones."

"Is that worse than breaking your wrist?" my mom asks.

"I'm sorry to say this, but your daughter needs to go into surgery right away. We can't risk anymore damage."

"Surgery? What'll it consist of?" I ask.

"We're going to place your carpal bones back where they belong and put a thin metal plate on top of it. It's going to stay in your hand, but you won't be able to tell the difference."

"When's the surgery going to begin?" My empty stomach was about to regurgitate acid.

"When's the last time that you ate?"

"Last night," I say. My mom glares at me but I ignore it.

"Since today's not a busy day, the surgery can begin right away. A nurse will lead you to an operating room shortly." He left after that. I can almost feel the blood draining from my face.

"Mommy, I'm scared," I say.

"Honey, it's alright. You're not going to die," she replies.

"I know, but this is the first time that I've broken a bone. And now I'm getting a surgery and a plate inserted in my hand."

"It'll be over before you know it."

Sorry, you readers, but I would really like to skip the operating scene. Let's say that there were a lot of cutting instruments and that there were bright lights above me. That's all that I remember, and about three surgeons standing around me. I was soon knocked out by the anesthetic.

XoLAGOHxO

I groggily wake up in a different room. I'm still on the same stretcher, but this wasn't an operating room. My hand hurt a bit, but it was mainly numb. I look down and see a blue cast that nearly reached my elbow. It already had Nicole's signature on it. I try moving my left fingers, but it's strained. I look to my right and see Nicole sitting there. Her eyes were puffy and red.

"You've finally woken up. God, you had everybody so scared!" she yells. "You're hurting yourself so much these days. It's like this hospital's your second home."

"Ha, ha," I hoarsely laugh. "I'm alright now. There's just this metal plate in my left hand and this clunky cast. Congratulations, you're the first person to sign it."

"Thanks, but what did you do to mess up your carpal bones?"

"I fell down the stairs. I was talking to my Spanish teacher about something and got held back. I rushed down the steps and fell down the last flight. The rest is self explanatory." She manages to laugh a bit.

"Wow. You're the buzz of the entire school once again. Nothing out of the ordinary," she says.

"Of course people talk about my injury. At least they didn't find out about the concussion."

"Yeah, that's good. Play rehearsals were after school. Nate actually made the first couple minutes. He didn't really do much with Christie," Nicole informs me.

"Oh, that's cool. Man, my entire left arm is like, numb."

"I'm really glad to not be you, just so you know."

"Hey, where's the guys?" I ask.

"Your mom didn't let them see you. She wants you to rest and apparently only trusts me to not make you distraught," she explains. We both laugh a bit.

"Of course she'd trust you to not make me go nuts. We've only known each other since first grade," I sarcastically say.

"Man, even after your first broken bone and surgery, you manage to be sarcastic."

"Yeah, I'm just that awesome!" I yell.

"Damn right, bitch!" She punches my right shoulder lightly. "We'll always be there for each other."

"Always," I promise.

A/N - Sorry if this was too short for you guys, or too sudden. I gave this idea a lot of thought. Remember, the official CR awards committee.