Whatâs to happen, happened before
Part 4 â Bitches and Assholes
âStephan, where are you? Come on baby. I saw you walking backstage.â Now I was angry. Stephan looked at me terrified and with one strong push he was off me. Heather, of course, ran over to us and immediately tended to Stephanâs needs. I got up and walked out of the auditorium for good. Whether I was overreacting or not, this was just way too much. Now he was dead to me. At least until I am of my agro-trip. When Tom and Nemi saw me sitting down next to them, right before math, they already knew something happened. They wanted to know of course, but right now I had a different fight to fight. One of the âDeadly Threeâ, as they were named by Tom. They were teachers and those, that everybody hates because they are just plain mean or not caring at all about us. The maths teacher Mrs. Higgs was an exception for me. She was a nice person, but was very strict when it came to correcting test and that stuff. Â And while I had troubles in math alone, Tom had to deal with her too. She really didnât like him because she thought he was lazy. He was, but that is still not a reason to be mean to him. Only I can be mean without reason. Tom was always the talkative one, but in math it was like he was spelled by an evil witch that prevented him from forming cohesive sentences. Poor guy.
After a long and stressing lesson, we were released into freedom. We all had to go into the auditorium again because now that Tom and Nemi were the ones taking care of the musical everyone had to know whom to ask if there were questions. The principle and the teacher responsible for events like this announced that Nemi and Tom were the creative minds behind the whole thing. They also had decided who would take the responsibility of casting and what do you know. Stephan and Heather were the chosen ones. While they were walking on stage I already was planning a murder. The next bullet point on the clipboard was to brainstorm and come up with the idea of the musical. Everyone was silent, firstly not having an idea and secondly knowing that if they would say something that Tom wouldnât like, he would rip them apart. He then presented us with his idea namely: âHow abut we all do a musical about the school. We are in our last year so we can make fun of the teachers or the school for example. Also, I would suggest we do not write our own songs, but rather look for fitting pop songs to save time and energy.â The others were happy with that idea. Me on the other hand knew what this was about. That bastard wanted to use my drama to write a good musical. Not with me sunshine. Just wait until I get him in private. I looked at him and after he noticed me, he just put on a smug smile and shrugged with his shoulders. That writer and drama addict in his head are going to get some. Then we had to go together and think who would like to do what so they had an idea what responsibilities would fall onto who.












