I go out of my way after each class in hopes that I’ll find the list up on the wall. But of course, in true dramatic fashion, she makes us wait until after last period. My last class is on the total opposite side of the school, across the parking lot in one of those portable buildings because our small school is growing rapidly and the district hasn’t yet received funding to build another wing onto the school. The whole school is empty by the time I get to room 314 except for a handful of hopefuls who auditioned last Friday. Margot appears out of nowhere and grabs my elbow with her slender but shockingly strong fingers. “Your aunt is such a jerk,” she whispers into my ear. Her breath smells like the mojito gum she chews on a regular basis. I stop short of the list, not that I can see it right now anyway since so many students are in front of it, and turn to her. “What do you mean?” Margot knows that I auditioned, but I didn’t exactly tell her for what part. And I may have also wished her luck for getting the role of Gretchen.
