We walked behind the principal, silently whispering about what our punishment would be.
"Well, Mr. Buman will be ecstatic to see me again." Tori whispered. I sighed. not saying another word. He led us into his office. In the chairs, we saw our parents. Tori and I exchanged nervous glances. How much trouble are we in?
"Girls, please have a seat." He said. We sat in the chairs in front of the desk. As we sat back in our chairs, the door opened, and Quinn and his parents walked in. "Welcome." I looked around, too nervous to look into the principal's eyes. That's when I saw a man, with dark brown eyes and hair, reclining in chair in a corner. I gulped. Shaking with fear.
"Now, I know you are all wondering why your all here-" The door opened done last time, and we all turned to see Ms. Hampton walking in. "Ms. Hampton. I am glad you made it." She smiled. "Now, where was I?" He said, "Ah, yes. I know you are all wondering why you are here." He began again. "Well, I have someone I would like for you to meet." The man in the corner stood up. "This is Mr. Kapoor."
"Please, call me Gori." He said.
"Gory? Like blood and guts?" Tori asked. I scrunched my nose.
"No. G-O-R-I." He said. She nodded, rolling her eyes.
"Still don't know why we're here. I want pizza." Tori replied, leaning back in her chair.
"I am casting a movie." He said.
"Good for you!" Tori said. The principal glared at her.
"And I want you to cast in it." We froze, staring at him.
"Okay, dude. Seriously. April Fools was last month. I think you need to get your head out of the blood and guts, Mr. Gory Kapoor." She said. He looked at her as she put her combat boots up on the desk..
"Victoria!" Her mother shouted. She sighed, taking her feet off.
"I am aware that April Fools has passed. And, I know this isn't an April Fools prank. I was very serious. and I would love if you three starred in it." He said. My mouth opened, but no words came out.
"A movie? What kind of movie?" My mom asked. I sighed.
"A teenage movie." He said. "I expect it to be bigger than life itself." He replied.
"Every director says that. And very few movies ever are." My dad replied. I slapped my forehead. Just say yes!
"I am aware. But, other directors use actors, and actresses from Hollywood. We are using fresh, new teens." He said, sitting on the edge of the desk. The principal tensed.
"But, what about their education? They are still in school." My mom replied. Yeah, for like, one more flipping week.
"Graduation is just next week. And the rest of the time we are here willbe spent wrapping up, cleaning lockers, and returning books. WWe have both discussed this, and we both agree that this won't interfere. And, we will have them back for graduation." The principal assured.
"I would love to star in the movie, Mr. Kapoor." I said, "I believe it would be a very educational experience for me, and the others here. And a great start on our futures." I said, hoping it would convince my parents to let me go. I could feel them tense up. I smiled, knowing I had probably just gotten them to say...

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"No." My dad said.
"Why?" I asked, furious.
"Because. You are too young and immature." My cheeks heated up.
"But, I have all A's. I haven't missed a day of school. I turned in all my assignments. And got accepted into a college!" I explained.
"Its more like a school for immature, uneducated students. Like yourself." Dad said.
"I am not immature!"" I yelled. "And I am going no matter what you say!" I said, running upstairs.
"Young lady, get down here now!" My dad yelled. I slammed the door, leaning against it. I looked up, locking the door. I looked around through tear-filled eyes.

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(Later That Night)

I got up out of bed, grabbing my suitcase from under my bed. I filled it with my clothes, toothbrush, brush, and my other stuff I would need. The rest I can borrow from Tori. I grabbed $800 from my coin bank, putting it in my pocket. I grabbed my cellphone, debating if I should take it. I looked at the door, taking a deep breath.

Gold thoughts in.
Black nerves out.

I put my phone on the bed, deciding not to chance it. I grabbed my suitcase, walking to the window. I opened the window, seeing the slightly steep roof. I put the suitcase on the roof quietly, stepping outside. I put the hoodie over my head, jumping down onto the roof. My hair, pulled back into a ponytail, flopped about behind the hoodie. I grabbed the suitcase, lifting it up. I walked to the edge, dropping the suitcase. I took a deep breath.
"1...2...3." I said, jumping off. I fell onto the ground, knees shaking a bit. And shooting pains spreading through my leg. I shook it off, grabbing my suitcase. I ran down the block, not turning back.
Please don't hate me.

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