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Her protruding lip with downcast blue eyes and long curls covering most of her face let the other people in the room know Cheryl was upset again. She wanted the lead role in the play, but Miss Stacy chose Jennifer. Cheryl was used to getting her way as she was the only child of pampering parents with too much dough. “Mama Mia” was the chosen play for the seniors.
Cheryl finally looked up with daggers shooting from her eyes as she glared at Jennifer’s smiling face, then she noticed an angelic glow around Jennifer’s head. Cheryl immediately left the room and headed to the school’s office. She told the older woman behind the counter that she was sick and needed to go home.
“I called my mother, and she is on the way to pick me up,” Cheryl whined.
“Okay, your mother will have to sign you out when she gets here, as usual.”
About ten minutes later an attractive woman in a pricey black business suit entered the office. She went up to the desk without speaking to anyone and signed the form. The school staff knew exactly who she was. She glared at her daughter and said, “Let’s go.”
Once they were in the car Cheryl’s mother looked at her and said, “Sweetheart, I am a little tired of picking you up in the middle of the day.”
“I have a terrible headache, Mom.”
“Sure you do. I suppose you didn’t get your way over something. I am getting tired of this, Cheryl. You go to school to learn. That is all!” she stated firmly.
Cheryl started to cry. “Turn off the tears young lady. I have had enough. We will talk about your headache tonight.”
They rode in silence the rest of the way home, finally pulling into the driveway of their large cream-colored stucco home. Cheryl jumped out of the care and headed to her bedroom in a fit of self pity.
Her mother yelled after her, “Stay in your room until I get home. I am going back to work.”
Parental Guidance Attempt
That evening after they ate dinner in silence, Cheryl’s mother and father were ready for a conversation. They instructed her to stay seated at the table. Her tall, handsome father took off his glasses and set them on the table.
“Cheryl, you can’t just say you have a headache and leave school anytime you get upset about something. You are going to school to learn.”
“But, Dad, I did have a headache. I wanted to be Sophie in the play because it is the starring role, and Jennifer got it!” Cheryl exclaimed as tears started rolling down her cheeks.
“Cheryl, you can’t always get what you want. I’m sure Jennifer deserves that role, and face it my dear, she may be more suited for the role than you.”
Cheryl jumped up and said, “No, she’s not! I wanted to be the star of the play!”
“Sit down young lady. We will have no more outbursts like that,” her father said in his loud, firm voice.
Cheryl sat with her head hanging down.
Her mother said, “Sit up Cheryl, and quit acting like a spoiled brat. You know sometimes we do not get what we want, but you have to accept the disappointments and move on.”
Cheryl sat up as instructed and glared at her mother. Her mother in a quieter voice said, “You are not to call me anymore for a headache or any lame excuse in the middle of the school day. Even if you don’t get your way you are to stay in school the entire day.”
Her father chimed in and said, “Do you understand? You will lose privileges and be grounded if we have any more problems with you.”
The Following Day
The next day Cheryl went to practice for the play. Cheryl had a minor role, but she figured it was better than nothing even though she still felt upset.
During the practice Jennifer walked over to her and said, “I know you wanted the role of Sophie, but so did I.”
“I know,” mumbled Cheryl as she kept her head down again.
A few minutes later Miss Stacy walked over to her and said, “I am glad you are here Cheryl. You have a role to play. You are just as important in your role as Jennifer is in hers. Life has disappointments and we don’t always get what we want. But, you can enjoy life as it happens anyway. A play is only good if we all work together,” she stated as she looked searchingly at Cheryl.
Cheryl looked up at her and said “I am glad to be here, Miss Stacy.”
You Can’t Always Get What You Want
© 2021 Pamela Oglesby