Chapter 4: little girl

. Angela, who was unaware of her imminent calamity, was sitting in the teacher's office at this time. Of course, she would not be here because she made a mistake, but ...
"You know, Miss Green, I'm not good at acting, although I also like acting very much ... but if one can't do it, but forcing him to do it, it's very ... bad." Angela tried to use one The calm expression explained that she didn't want others to see that she was unwilling or wanted to be considered by her.
However, for this aspect, she is still a little tender even though she has 40 years of life experience. Although her teacher Miss Green is a fat and affable lady with glasses, she has already seen her thoughts and smiled. Mi said: "Angela, everything is not necessarily a success. If you don't try it out, how do you know if you can do it well? We all know that you have great potential. It can be shown to everyone on the school day."
"But, Miss Green, you also know that the school day is a big day. If something goes wrong on the stage, how embarrassed it will be." Angela seemed unable to get rid of it.
But it was clear that Miss Green was unmoved and still seemed to be tempted. She said, "It doesn't matter, Angela. Even if you fail, you won't laugh at you. Life will always face failure. Hesitating in the face of uncertainty is better to take the courage to step forward to challenge. "
Damn it, the old lady is not afraid of any challenge, if it is not ... because of ... Angela's belly is slandering. At her current age, what she hates most after becoming a woman is not the lifestyle, but the skirt and long Stockings! Whenever she feels chilly below, she will always goosebumps involuntarily. It is said that it is caused by a strong sense of insecurity, so it can be guessed that when she was a boy, she certainly did not raise others. Girl's skirt.
At this time, Mr. Martin, who was silent next to him, suddenly said: "So, Angela, you see that you are actually very willing to perform on the school day, but you do n’t want to act in a drama because you are not good at acting. How about playing your favorite violin on the school day? "
Angela was almost drowned by her own saliva. How could she go around or get herself in? !! Fortunately, she didn't scream, otherwise the image will be completely destroyed. In fact, it doesn't matter if the image is destroyed. The key is the word passed to her mother's ear ...
She opened her eyes as if thinking about Mr. Martin's opinion, but in fact there was no excuse for turning her mind to look for it, but it was obviously not. Since everyone else took a step back, she should certainly take a step back. Isn't it?
"Well ... okay, but I have to tell my parents that they agreed." Although she knew she was in a trap and was as frustrated as a deflated ball, she still pretended to be relieved. He nodded, from this point, Eileen's etiquette education was very successful.
"Of course no problem, okay, you can go back, the school bus is about to drive." Miss Green still said with a smile.
The little girl sighed slightly, stood up, and still politely waved to the two teachers: "So, see you tomorrow."
"Goodbye." Angela disappeared at the door in the farewell voice of the teacher.
"I don't understand, Sarah, just a little kid-I admit she's cute, but do we need to do this?" Martin asked, scratching his head at this time.
"I know you don't understand, Booker. After all, you have been here as a teaching assistant for half a month, and many things are still unclear. When you really understand Angela, you will know that it is necessary." Sarah Green Smiling and shrugging.

"Hell! Damn it! I knew it was time to go play." Angela whispered as she walked outside the building. She could almost see a long straight hair with a red bow tied behind her head. , The little girl in a black full-body dress and white stockings stood on the stage and played the violin.
Very beautiful picture, isn't it? But the problem is that if she plays a drama, that kind of fluffy princess skirt will cover her whole legs underneath, so what she wears is invisible at all, but if she is solo, she can be absolutely sure of her mother Or the school will ask her to dress like that.
I hate skirts and stockings! The little girl couldn't help crying, but who could blame it? The 8 years of her otaku life in her last life made her messy in communication, so a few words made her jump into the trap herself.
"Hi, Angie!" Jessica waiting at the door waved at her.
"Hi, Jesse." Angela responded in a playful manner.
"What's wrong? Did Miss Green say anything to you?" Jessica asked with concern.
"No, she wants me to participate in the drama of the school day." Angela shrugged.
"Oh my god, this is awesome. I always wanted to participate, but she just didn't agree. You are amazing, Angie!" Jessica exclaimed in astonishment.
However, the little girl poked and said, "Okay, Jesse, don't you not know, why would I like to play a drama, I'm not like you, and I look forward to becoming an actor someday. For me, sitting down and watching you The performance was great. "
"So you refused?" Jessica opened her mouth. "God, you don't know how to cherish!"
"I refused, but Miss Green asked me to play the violin solo, so you have a chance to participate in the play, and I will stand alone on the stage to play the violin before or after your performance." Angela Sighed.
"That's great. Your violin is playing very well. I remember the year I first came to school. You played the violin during the Christmas show. What you played was ..."
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"Yes! That's the one. I remember applause for a minute."
"Okay, okay, I know Jesse, if you keep talking, we can't catch the school bus!"

If Jessica knew that she refused to act in a drama because she didn't want to wear a skirt, what kind of expression would it be? Angela was so surprised or terrified that she was thinking under the shade of a tree and looking at the white blue sky.
Come on, if you have time to think about this, let ’s think about how to deal with your mother ’s etiquette training later. Angela shrugs and sees that the school bus has disappeared at the corner of the street and turns towards home. American elementary school life is too easy. After school at 3 pm, why can't you be late?
After ringing the doorbell, a familiar voice came from the intercom: "Welcome home, no matter what."
"Hi, Jennifer, is my mother at home?" The little girl asked casually.
"Well ... yes, she is."
Sure enough, Angela sighed and walked in, completely ignoring the hesitation in Jennifer's tone. After walking to the door, Jennifer waited for her with milk as usual.
"Thank you." The little boy took the handed cup and drank it late, then wiped the corners of his mouth with a paper towel, took off the backpack on his back and held it in his arms: "I'll do it myself."
"Okay." Jennifer hesitated, trying to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, and the sluggish Angela still didn't notice it.
Into the living room, I saw my mother Elena sitting on the sofa, slowly looking through the world magazine.
"I'm back, mom?" Angela greeted and went upstairs to her room.
"It seems a bit late today," Elena said without raising her head.
Angela stood still: "Yes, Miss Green talked to me about something."
"So, what's the matter?" Mom finally raised her head. The smiley smile made Angela's heart stunned, but she said "the weather-tested" did not change her face: "Miss Green wants me to celebrate at school On that day, a violin solo. "
"You promised?"
"Yes ... but ... if you can ..."
"Now that you agree, you should do it. If you can't, you shouldn't agree. I remember telling you many times before."
"Yes, I know." Angela sighed slightly in her heart, as it did, then turned and walked upstairs, but Elena's voice came from behind: "Can you just drop the bag and come down, OK Want to talk to you. "
Sure enough, did something happen? Angela thought nervously. Was it discovered that she had peeked at the PG-13 movie? Or did she scribble something she saw? She hurried to her room and searched for the room in as short a time as possible. The secrets were all there. What could it be?
Angela looked at the time. It was almost 5 minutes, and she couldn't think of anything wrong, so she had to walk down.
After she sat upright in front of her face, Elena finally closed the magazine and asked with a smile: "Angie, do you have anything to hide from me?"
"Well, I think about it," the little boy deliberately took a few minutes to testify, pretending to be honest, and admitted: "Well, there are some things. Last Tuesday, I messed up the garden flowers. And, yesterday, Mr. Mike's glasses were broken, but he was not told. "
In the face of Angela's seemingly innocent eyes, Elena still smiled: "That's all?"
"Well, yes, that's all." Angela, after searching her intestines and shaving her belly, couldn't think of anything else, and nodded cautiously.
"Well, I know you're a troublemaker, but I don't know when you will start writing the script." Although Alina was still laughing, the actual smell was quite obvious.
"Why ... what script?" Angela was confused, totally unable to remember, her mother didn't answer, raised her hand and pointed at the little guy behind.
Angela stood up in confusion and looked behind her. When she could clearly see the lady behind her, she blinked and made sure that she was not mistaken, and screamed: "Mrs. Meyers!" 2k novel Reading Network