chapter 4

“ Do you want to be the lead role?" I ask before taking a bite out of my sandwich. The food from this cafeteria never disappoints me. Everything they have is so delicious, surprisingly, even this simple sandwich. “ Hell,no way!!", He snorts taking a sip of his bottle of coke. “ I can never do acting."“ I actually have studied cinematography before, so I can help with shoots and edits...", I say taking a bite out of my sandwich again.“ God, this is too good."“ It's just a bread.", He retorts.“ I don't care. When I say it's good,it's good.", I snap back.“ Eww, stop talking while eating, you sound like a camel."“ Ow! You seem close to camels.", I say rolling my eyes.“You have a habit of rolling your eyes, don't you?" He taps the table with his fingers ,tilting his head as he looks at me.“ You do too.", I say and he rolls his eyes.“ See?", I say bursting out with laughter.“ But anyways , I think I should do the filming mostly."“ Not happening.", He plays with his bottle shifting it from his one hand to another. “ You need to act too."“ Sure, so shall we go over the script then?" I ask taking out a piece of paper that I was working on last night from my bag. I lay the paper flat onto the table.“ You actually wrote the script?", His eyes widened as he drags the script over to him and them start reading it leaning comfortably back in his chair.“ Ofcourse, I did.", I say proudly,“ But we'd need some extra souls for casting."He analysis the script first but through the movement of his eyes, I can bet that he was just skimming through the parts.“Whose parts are mine?? Are you going to be Minji?"Minji is the character of the story whose going to be the supportive friend of Taemin - the main lead of the story. Taemin love music and wants to excel in that profession but his parents wants him to follow a different path.A path to become a lawyer.“ No, I can act as..... Taemin's mother? We can get any of my friends to be Minji.", I suggested.“ Your part would be Taemin's."“ Whoa. , whoa.", He shakes his head ,keeping the paper on the table.“ There're too much lines for this role..."“ That's why it's the main role. You can't show a moving dummy as a lead role.", I snap.“ Are you implying that I'm stupid??",he says.“ Well, you know yourself too much well." I snap back.“ Can you just .....", He says rubbing his temples and I'd be lying to say that my inner self was laughing like crazy over his frustration.“ Just tell me what I need to do, okay? I already have a lot of crap to do in my plate."“Oh really,like what??", I ask.“ Stuff I don't tell strangers about.", He snaps.Strangers.” Look, I need to know when your free, so that we can start filming as soon as possible.", I say.“Sundays as four."“Okay then, four p.m. that's not too bad."“ No. Four in the morning."“ Are you crazy or some lunatic??" I chuckle in disbelief, leaning back against my seat. “ You're going to make me go out at four in the morning for the purpose to film with you?? Really"“ You asked, I answered."“ Isn't there any other time??", I asked hoping that he'll be a little more considerate.“Saturdays???"“ Nope.", He says ,popping his mouth at the ‘p' sound.“ After school?"“ Nope."“ Please?"“ Nope."“ Fuck off!??"“ I needa go."He says as he stands up and takes the bottle with him to return it to the counter. I took my script and shoved it into my bag before following him to return my food tray.“ You didn't eat.", I say as we both turn and walk to the classroom.“ Aren't you hungry??"He stops walking with an annoyed expression. “ Instead of worrying about my hunger, why don't you worry about yourself?"“ Fine! I'll make a copy of your script later." I say, taking a piece of spearmint gum out of my pocket. I held out my hand to him, a piece of gum in the middle of my palm. “ Atleast have this though."“ Are you implying that I have a bad breath?"“ No!"I exclaim laughing nervously.“ Just eat it or chew it I guess." He grabs the gum from my hand and unwraps it before shoving it into his mouth. He rolls the cover paper into a ball and shoots it write into the center of dustbin. He is actually a player, I mean , basketball player ,hehe!!“ Weirdo." ,he mutter as he continues walking.•••Another hectic (busy)  school week has passed. This just means one thing. The tests are commencing near and near each time and I don't know if I'm prepared for them or not.These test will be determining 25% of our final grades. That is quite big and I cannot have a grade lower than 90% in equivalent. That's what my parents wish, to complete their dream of seeing their daughter as a doctor.Having A+ marks has been in my nature ever since I was in elementary school. There are two types of rank scorers or toppers :A.) The people who are marvellously intelligent and smart and get an A+ out of the stock of knowledge their damn brains hold.B.) The ones who stay up until three at the morning to mug up everything before the exams.Unfortunately,I'm kind of in the middle.I take out all my things out of my bag and scatter them on my bed. My bed that once looked like a beautiful, peaceful sleeping place ; it was now filled with books, notebooks and piles of paper as well as couples of pens, pencils and other stationary.I sighed before organising them. In order for me to study, I should atleast know where I could get the right notes and lectures from.I flipped through the piles of paper while looking for my reviewer, that I started on school this week but I ended up having the script of our course project in my hand.I separate it from the rest of my papers and I set my notes aside. I sat on my bed before scanning through the script, remembering what made me write it.Before I entered high school, my future was already decided for me. My parents are both doctors, and as their only daughter,my future has been molded and sculpted by them. I will be a doctor because I should be a doctor.It's not that I have anything against it, but all the medals, high grades and honor certificates that I win after working my ass off from dawn to dusk, there're all for my parents. I want to see them proud of me. I want to see them happy.They want a good future for their daughter and it's my obligation to follow everything they say.A teardrop suddenly drops on the piece of paper I was holding, realising that I was crying without me even knowing.“ Dara!!?", My mom calls me out before knocking the door before opening it. I hastily wipe my tears away with back of my hand before turning to face her.“ Hey mom!!", I say crumpling the script into a ball behind my back.“ Dinner is in the fridge,okay? Your dad and I are going to work now." She says as she turns around. Then she turns back to face me again.“ Oh, and keep studying. You wouldn't want to disappoint us now, would you?" She smiles and I force a smile back.“ Ofcourse not."