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  Jenna Brooks's POV

  It was a feminine voice, I raised my head to catch her gaze. The first thing I noticed were her sparkling eyes. She had a rare eye color I couldn't quite describe.

She had long blonde silky hair with extremely long lashes. Her hair was parked in a loose bun. She had full lips, and her golden skin was smooth and flawless. Her posture exuded some kind of confidence.

"How do you know I'm desperate to join the drama club?" I asked her, furrowing my eyebrows.

"I heard your conversation with Liam. I didn't mean to eavesdrop or anything." She replied slowly, her voice was smooth on every syllable.

Shit! Did she hear me talking to myself? She probably thinks I'm weird.

"You know, I also talk to myself once in a while. I have this tiny voice that actually resonates with me quite well." She said to my surprise.

Finally, someone that matches my level of weirdness.

"Really?"

"Yes. And sometimes, I'd rather talk to it than talk to people. One of the reasons I don't have friends. I feel like the best person that can give me advice and understand me is…me."

Blow me! She is literally the carbon copy of me! She's like my physical inner voice. Except I've always considered my inner voice a male until now.

"I'm Jenna." I introduced.

"Lisa."

With a smile, I wrapped one of my arms around Lisa's neck and led her to my class room. I needed her to tell me about how I could get into drama club. As we both walked into the classroom, I caught sight of Oliva sitting by my chair and I immediately stopped in my tracks! After what she tried to do to me, there was no way I would talk to her.

"Let's talk elsewhere," I whispered into Lisa's ear and she understood. As we turned to leave, Olivia stopped me and told me she needed to speak with me. I didn't want to raise any suspicion so I decided to follow her after I had asked Lisa to wait for me at the cafeteria.

"I see you got yourself a new friend," Olivia said immediately we walked into the quiet auditorium.

"What do you want, Olivia?"

She rolled her eyes, "I just wanna let you know we're no longer friends. You don't deserve to be my friend! I didn't like you from the start anyways, you're a weirdo and I thought being your friend could get me a little closer to Conrad but I was wrong. We can no longer be friends, Jenna."

I didn't say anything, I just stared at her as she spoke. She was trying to make me feel bad when she should be feeling bad. She should be apologizing to me for lying but she's being cocky on top of it all. How did I not notice this side of her from the start?

She roughly shooked my arm, "Are you listening to me? I said we can no longer be friends." She yelled.

I smirked, "I'm so sorry.  While you were talking, i was trying to figure out where the hell you got the idea I cared."

"Oh! I guess your little new friend gave you some lessons. I think you'll make a perfect match since you are both weirdos,"

I let out a sinister laugh, a dramatic one used in movies by villains, "You have no idea."

"Whatever, weirdo."

She walked out of the hall, leaving me standing. How did Olivia turn evil overnight? Was she not worried I would reveal her secret to everyone if she was being mean to me? I would never do that though. Her secret is totally safe with me.

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"So, how do I become a member of drama club?" I asked Lisa as I took the seat opposite her in the cafeteria.

"Well, the school's annual drama club day is next month and Cinderella is the theme. Everyone is allowed to audition for the roles in the play, including the non members of the club."

"Really?" I squealed, grasping her hands.

"Yes! And any non member that lands key roles automatically becomes a member! Isn't that great?" Lisa added.

"Great? This is fantastic!"

I finally have a way of becoming a member of a club. But plays weren't really my thing. I once starred in a play, as a character named tree. Yes, I was a tree in the play. My only job was to wiggle and shake my leaves. I just have to look for a small role to audition for so i can get the role and join the club.

"The audition is after school,"

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Hours later…

  I grabbed my bag and rushed out immediately the closing bell rang. When I got to the drama club room, it was locked. There were no signs of auditions or plays. One of the students that passed by, told me the audition was being held in the auditorium.

I rushed to the auditorium, the place was less crowded than I had expected. Turned out, auditions started an hour ago and it was almost over. Quickly, one of the judges handed me a booklet with my lines and told me to go over it well. 

I found a seat next to the few remaining students who haven't auditioned yet. As I sat down and waited for my turn, I watched Anika, the mean girl who locked me in the janitor's closet back then. She was on the stage, delivering her lines. Although, I wasn't a big fan of her, I couldn't help but marvel at her acting skills. She's definitely getting the role of Cinderella. Good for her. I'm fine with being a tree.

I thumbed the paper in my hands nervously. I was next. I got in line last so I would have more time to relax, a decision I now regretted because my nerves have had more time to build.

"Go ahead, Jenna," one of the judges, a teacher with a moustash deciding my fate told me.

I nodded to him, then stepped up onstage. I set the piece of paper down so I could have more freedom to use my hands for the big tree gestures.

My voice was shaky as I started out. I could hear it so loud in my head. I tried to tune it out but it just kept sounding louder. I smiled big and hoped that Moustash didn't notice. Finally, I got to the closing line.

Moustach cleared his throat—never a good sign. He told me to try the monologue one more time, but "loosen up a bit, just do it simply like you're talking to your friend... oh, and don't do any of those hand gestures."

I was conflicted. The hand gestures were exactly what a tree needed. I did the monologue again, losing the hand gestures, and it felt a lot better. 

After I finished, I sat down with the others. One of the judges soon came out and pasted the roles on the notice board. We all rushed to check our names. I pushed my way through the crowd and got to the front. My eyes scanned the list of names that blurred together. The sensation of thinking couldn't even make me remember my name.

Then my eyes caught sight of 'Jenna Brooks'. Yes, I'm Jenna. My eyes traced the line to see my role. 'Cinderella.'

What the actual fuck? How can I be Cinderella?