A Paid: A Short Story

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In this world, everyone wants something. For me, I love getting praise. I never felt like I needed it, but it was definitely something that I wanted. Something that I’d seek out. I began to realize that compliments and flattery were what could turn a good day, into a great day. But through a series of unfortunate events I learned an extremely valuable lesson regarding how far I would go to receive said praise. I learned that vanity and self-absorption can blind one to the true weight of one’s actions, make one oblivious to how his or her actions affect others, and cause one to go against their better judgement and put one’s self into an unfavourable situation. Now, just to be clear, I didn’t really do anything wrong...but at the same time, …show more content…

Against my normally non-adventurous behaviour, I had decided to sign up for an audition for the school play. My former drama teacher had asked me to do this multiple times beforehand, but I usually couldn’t be bothered. I can’t really remember what made this time so different...maybe it was because I was trying to take the role from a classmate, maybe it was because I wanted to make out with a grade 12 girl, but regardless, I tried out. But none of those reasons mattered because I didn’t get the part. That’s right, but don’t worry, because I still got a part. This part was actually bigger, and it put me as a lead as opposed to just being a main character. I was playing a grumpy stage manager trying to salvage a play gone wrong, in a play called Anne-Arky. I had a lot of lines I needed to memorize, but I think I did a good job. Anyway, all in all, even though my performance wasn’t flawless, I think I did quite well all things …show more content…

She kept telling me about how excited she was to see me, and I told her the same. It was on the first day that we found out we had drama together. When she saw me in the class she practically screamed she was so happy. She put me on the spot in front of her two friends, also grade twelve girls, and the rest of the drama class by saying how excited she was that I was in drama with her, and I loved it. I loved that feeling. The feeling of being pointed out from a group and made to feel special. That feeling was truly addicting. Anyway, we began talking more and more, our conversations steering more and more towards actually confronting the way we felt, but never quite reaching. She even began sitting with me when she got to school in the mornings, before school starts. That might sound a bit lame, so let me clarify. SHE SAT BESIDE ME IN THE MORNINGS IN FRONT OF MY WHOLE CLASS. A problem had emerged from this though. I didn’t realize it at the time, but these actions were making my best friend, Scott, very jealous. He didn’t show it, but he secretly envied my ability to talk to older girls and the relationships I had with them, and there I was flaunting Jenn in his face...in everyone’s face. Like she was a trophy. I had completely objectified her, and I didn’t ever realize it. The part about Scott may not seem relevant, but trust me, it’ll become important later

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