"Trish!" Trisha turned around to face Julia, her friend. "Geeze.
Girl, you look like shit! What's wrong?"
"I think I just flunked my math test. I forgot to study last night.
If I don't get my grade up REALLY soon then Mr. Jenkins will make me drop
the class!"
Julia shrugged. She hated talking about grades, escpecially with
Trisha. Trish was so smart and Julia, well, she wasn't. She always felt
so dumb when Trisha talked about her classes. "So did you write the song?"
she tried to change the subject.
"No, I didn't have time."
"Gosh, Trish. You weren't studying and you weren't writing. Just
what the hell were you doing last night?"
"I was...."
Julia's face clouded over. "If you really want this band thing to
work then you need to work for it. I'm beginning to think that you don't
really care anymore."
'That's what's wrong with Julia,' Trisha thought. 'She's so
eager for the group's success but she's decided that everyone else has to
do the work for her.' Trisha chose to ignore the harsh things Julia
had said.
"Look Julia, believe it or not, I am trying. My classes are really
hard this year. You know that."
"Then maybe you should have taken it easier. Straighten your
priorities."
Trisha was shocked. Julia had never been this snobby before. Maybe
it was because of the record guy. A man from a local record company was
interested in their band. Ever since then Julia had kind of gone on an
ego trip.
"MOM! I'm home!" Trisha wasn't surprised at all when she found a
note from her mother saying she was working late. Since her dad had left,
Trisha's mom had been doing a lot of overtime. It was convenient that
Trisha was an only child. The only reason Mrs. Cornwell could make ends
meet was because she didn't have young children to watch.
Trisha looked at her homework. It sat there, almost daring her.
"You can't finish me." It seemed to say. "You can't stay away
from your guitar long enough."
Then she looked at her guitar. It called out to her. So much
more inviting than the homework. But she didn't want a repeat of last
night. She wanted to have a free weekend. So she sat down, and forced
herself to finish the mass of hell called 'homework.'
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