And, apparently, I was absolutely right. The very next day at school, I was bombarded by questions the second I stepped foot into Hollywood Arts. Tori was the first. Everyone slowly leaked in and asked the same exact questions. I wish someone would just spice it up a little and ask some new questions. But no, they were all the same.
"Hey, Cat. What happened to your arms?"
"Oh, umm…" I started. I really should've made those note cards the night before. "Well, you know how I'm really clumsy. I just kinda fell and accidently cut my arms."
"Both of them?"
Darn it. She was already getting suspicious. What was I supposed to do about that? Sure, everyone else was just so gullible, even more gullible than me, but not Tori. She was like Jade. She tried to fit everything together and if it didn't work she would start all over again.
"Yeah. That's just how klutzy I am." I let out a fake giggle.
She was onto me. I knew she was, I could feel it in the pit of my stomach. She was able to see through me just as Jade was. Maybe… maybe, if I thought if it as acting. Then, maybe, it would be easier. I just had to think of it as acting.
As soon as we broke eye contact I skipped away. My whole entire life was one huge play, sometimes a musical. Why should this be any different? It shouldn't be that hard. If you've done it once you've done it a million times. That's just how easy it was for me. Not to brag or anything, but I was one of the best actors in Hollywood Arts. Only second to, who else but Tori Vega.
Jade walked up to me.
"Hey, are you ok?"
I just nodded. I couldn't talk; I wasn't in a talking mood at all today, even though I usually am.
"I have a question for you."
I looked up at her. From where I was standing, she looked so much taller than me. It was kind of intimidating.
"Do you wanna stay at my place for a while?"
Jade lived in an apartment by herself. It looked like the devil barfed all over it. I've only been there a couple of time but I knew that the walls were red and there was black shag carpeting in every room. There were two rooms that had a black wooden dresser and a bed with covers that were a very dar shade of purple.
"No, I'm sorry, I can't."
Jade looked at me like she was hurt or maybe even a little bit offended. I really hope I didn't offend her in any way possible. I know she was trying to be nice to me, but I had to make sure Dad didn't do anything stupid. In a way, he needed me to make sure he didn't make any mistakes.
I slowly suffered through the rest of the day. I still tried to smile the whole way through, but when no one was looking, I let a little sigh slip. The hallways were unusually filled with people; usually there is a lot of space to move around. Every time someone would bump into me it took every fiber of my being not to scream out in pain. Yet I did wince every now and then, whenever I was positive no one was paying any attention to me.
Sikowits threw his big bouncy ball really hard at me in class because I was a little bit late. It hit me right in my ribs and you can probably guess what happened next.
"Oww!"
I fell over in pain and everyone just stared at me. I felt the bandage that covered my cut. The doctors told me that the cut could reopen really easily if it came in contact with something hard enough. There was a warm watery feeling; I pulled my hand out to see it covered in red liquids. Jade jumped out of her chair and rushed over to me.