I looked down at the weasel who was no longer grinning at me, there were too many eyes on us.
Instead, his expression changed, his nose scrunched up, his eyes dropped and his eyebrows raised to the air as if he was experiencing terror from being face to face with a wild animal.
I hate to say it, but his acting skills are top-notch, even if he is akin to a rat, he is convincing, almost as if he is afraid to be beaten to a pulp.
But now that I think about it…
He is right to feel that way.
I felt my fists clench even further, my nails ripping into my palm, a stinging pain enveloping my hands, moments away from drawing blood.
"Tsk."
I clicked my tongue in frustration before a small chuckle left my lips and a smile crept up.
So this is how things are going on for you Liam… and I thought my childhood was the messed up one.
I felt my heart ache for Liam… we were the same even if our interests lay somewhere else… as someone who knew what he felt the best, I knew the pain that he carried in his heart.
All his hard work, all his relationships, ripped away from his hands as if the whole world turned against him.
And in a way, he was right to feel that way… and the worst was not even behind him.
Soon, more tragedies were bound to hit the White family… but with the world being different from mine, can I trust the information that happened in mine?
I need to look into that once I get home… if it's the same, I know what I have to do.
"Amelia, just look around… your time is running out, not even 2 weeks till the play, and my part is still not replaced, not like that would make it better."
Well, they probably replaced me, but I have to act this way, this is probably the only way for me to make a debut in the entertainment industry, going to agents would take too much time.
Well, talking to agents will still be necessary, but this is the shortest and most optimal path to making a debut… not even talking about the wait time.
One month isn't enough to go with the conventional way to make a debut.
"We can find a replacement for you without any trouble, now get out!"
The one that screamed wasn't Amelia, but a student from the back.
He looked ordinary, a student who hated me… since I arrived, I only met people like this, the only ones who didn't seem to hate me were my very own family and my brother's friend.
Strange…
I never thought that Aiden could find friends, much less good ones.
Well, not like it matters, he is hostile just like everyone else, but one thing doesn't change.
Liam is still the best amongst them.
"Please."
I chuckled while keeping my tone low, and openly mocked all of them while starting to head towards the stage inside the room, it was largely elevated with two wooden stairs leading up to it.
At the stage, there were two sets of curtains, one for the back and one for the stage itself, hiding it away from the rest of the spectators.
"What are you doing, stop!"
Some students tried to stop me, but in the end, none of them were as confident in their hatred towards me… or Liam to hit us.
They just let me walk up to the stage, its decor was still lacking, but there was still time for it.
The real problem was on the stage itself.
A stack of crumbled papers that began to degrade from being held so much, the script of the play itself.
As I reached it, I could see the title scribbled on top of it with barely readable handwriting that even put me from my world… my hands were shaking by then, so my handwriting was excusable, but who the hell could write in this ugly manner?
I had to strain my eyes to even be able to read it.
[Breach the walls]
It was a strange name for a play… and worst of all, I still didn't have the necessary memories to know the play, but I only had to wait, I was able to see Liam reading it, he knows it by heart, I just need to get the exact memories for that to happen.
But both fortunately and unfortunately, I remember another crucial detail… Liam despises the script and calls it amateur writing at best.
But why did he hate this script, and who wrote it?
Damn it all, why can't I have a useful memory just once.
[42%]
I gazed at the window by my side, the number was snowballing and my mind was starting to get overloaded with numerous pieces of information, names events, and even dates.
It was torture, although I didn't fight the onslaught of memories, I wanted nothing more than to remember more of Liam's life.
I needed the information if I wanted to have a chance to get back to my world with my children.
William was a trigger to the memories, and I was starting to get the reason for that.
The two of them despised each other, and as far as I was concerned, now that I live in Laim's body, that's not going to change.
But here I was, staring at the script that I was not remotely familiar with but I had to criticize it…
Damn it.
Without uttering a word or showing my insecurity, my face remained solemn as I gently opened the script by the first page and started to read it while the gazes of the whole club were etched into my back, almost drilling holes into it.
As soon as my eyes flushed over the first letter of the first page, the window beside me shifted, no longer showing me a percentage but something else entirely.
But I couldn't care less about my system at this moment, my only thought was the paper in front of me.
My hands were shaking from my confusion and I felt the breath get knocked out from my lungs.
It was a surreal feeling.
Ina single second…
I read the first page of the script.