I am still debating if I even want to try and juggle the spring play, softball, and school when I get to drama class the next day. My drama teacher sends me up the hall to the department head who, upon learning that my hair is completely natural, immediately offers me the lead role.
"But I'm on the varsity softball team," I argue.
"Which doesn't practice until 5:30?"
"Correct..."
"Perfect! From 3:30-5:15 you're mine, then you can dart off to practice."
"Um...thank you?"
Most people only know that the role of Anne has been cast (much to the annoyance of several upperclassmen), not who is granted the part. On Friday just before fifth hour, I stop to look at the cast list. I am sure everyone who actually auditioned has already come and gone, but since I spent the morning in Michigan Education Assessment Program testing, I have not heard even a whisper of casting. I loathed standardized testing, but if I do well enough, my score can translate to scholarship money.
Anne Shirley...Cheyanne Strait
Marilla Cuthbert...Lynn McCoy
Matthew Cuthbert...Felix Strait
Rachel Lynde...Megan Adams
Diana Berry.....Jessica Sloan
Gilbert Blythe....David DeLind
Charlie Sloan....Daniel Algrim
Josie Pye...Breanna Brown
I stare at the list for a while. The freshman class made quite a showing. Usually prime lead roles go to upperclassmen. I hope, not for the first or last time, that I am up to snuff.
"Congrats," the drama teacher says to me.
"Thanks. Felix and I will have fun."
"Are you still dating Danny Algrim?"
"Yes ma'am," I reply, falling into the chair on my side of the table I share with Felix. He enters a moment later and slaps my raised hand.
"Excellent. Mom will have to come to the show if we're in two of the lead roles. And Jessie is playing Diana Berry. You two won't even have to act."
"Uh huh," I answer, pulling my binder from my bag. "Don't bet on any of that."
"Ut oh...you guys aren't still in that fight, are you?"
"Worry about you," I hiss back. "Sorry," I say more softly. "I'm just stressed about doing so much. How am I supposed to do play, school and softball? And still do Youth Group and church?"
"You're Cheyanne Xiomara Strait. You'll manage."
"I bet Dad's wishing he'd gotten us farm permits," I mutter as the bell rings. Suddenly, I feel very overwhelmed and exhausted. Where is Jamie when I need to talk to the only person who will understand?
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