章 10: ENTER THE FILM ACADEMY, WILL I DO IT?

Mr. Rodríguez had seen for himself how much Amaranta had changed recently and was convinced that this girl was serious about getting a good score, that she was really doing everything possible to achieve her goal of entering college. Capital city main.

So he was naturally happy to help her in any way she could.

When Amaranta Cid returned to the classroom, Carlos turned to her and said, "Amaranta, I think what you said makes sense. What do you think? Would it be too late if I started studying hard from now on?"

When another student heard what Carlos was saying, she made fun of him saying: "You think:" You think: "You think it's that simple, just put a book on the desk today and tomorrow you will be able to say that you know perfectly what it contains, Don't be naive, you need to be intelligent, and you are not, not now nor will you ever be Carlos."

This girl was one of Mariana Cid's friends, who were used to ranting against everyone they considered less than them.

Carlos reacted to her response by raising his forehead and making a sound with his mouth, demonstrating her disapproval of such hurtful words.

Amaranta Cid was a little distracted. All she knew was that the entry criteria for the Academy of Arts was less strict, but… Date, maybe she was already out of time and that would be a big problem for her, she would have to wait a full year if you will not be able to present himself now for the selection of students.

"Okay, calm down. It's time for our lesson." Amaranta turned around to respond to Carlos, without paying attention to the comments of the surrounding others.

After school that afternoon, Amaranta asked Mr. Dueñas, the teacher in charge of the afternoon chemistry study session, for a leave of absence not to attend that night.

Taking some money with her, Amaranta went to an internet café located near the school. Having made the deposit of ten euros, Amaranta found herself at a computer and sat down.

She entered the user ID and password given on the Internet card to access, and then immediately searched for Capital City Film Academy.

By clicking on the website of the Capital City Cinematography Academy, Amaranta, without thinking about what he was looking for, quickly found the page he wanted.

After filling out her name and other requested information on the admission application form, he realized that she did not have a photo to upload, which was a mandatory requirement for the application.

She wonders if they can take the necessary photos for the application forms.

When Amaranta realized that she did not have any photographs available to upload and place in the registration application, she decided to go to the caber café counter and ask the manager if she could take a photo and send it to her email so she could upload it to the application immediately.

The boss of the Internet café told her that she could do it, to which he told her to place herself on a large white blanket as a background. He took the photo in which she looked beautiful and pure, with those big gray eyes, delicate pink lips and white skin With her elegant and flawless features, Amaranta looked like a goddess with her bare face in the photo…-

The person in charge sent it to the email, she verified that she had received it, he immediately placed it in the application and sent it to the Academy of Cinematography of the Capital City.

Not being a boarder, Amaranta Cid, a day student, was free to enter or leave the school grounds at any time during the morning, afternoon, or evening.

Since she had already asked to be excused that night from her additional study time, she did not need to return to school. However, more than anyone else, Amaranta Cid was well aware of the reason she had submitted the application to the Capital City Film Academy. It was solely because she wanted something to fall back on for her higher education.

Definitely, she did not want her grandmother, who was already in years, to have to swallow her pride and speak again to that trash man, who called himself her father, she would never accept the help from Javier Santamarina.

Even if she couldn't get admission into a major university in the country, she would go out of her way to be accepted into the film academy, where she could learn to be an actress and star, which would be pretty cool.

With that thought, Amaranta continued walking back to school for the study session. Her natural intelligence, along with her inquisitive mind and her constant questioning, delighted her teachers who, like many of her colleagues, did not think lowly of her and were more willing to answer any question as long as their students had the desire to learn,

In fact, it had shown constant improvement in each modular test…

Carlos Sánchez threw a note to Amaranta Cid. "Amaranta, what were you doing before?" he said.

Without hiding anything from him, Amaranta quickly scribbled something under Carlos's note on the same piece of paper and returned it to him.

After reading Amaranta's response, Carlos's elegant eyebrows furrowed and he said nothing more.

Amaranta Cid did not seem to be offended by Carlos Sánchez's response, and she continued with her self-study. At that moment, Alberto Ortega, who shared a desk with Amaranta, also wrote a note and slipped it to her.

"Amaranta Cid, this is a serious question. What university are you planning to apply to?"

Looking at her glasses, Amaranta tugged at the boy's chemistry book, pulling him toward her, and wrote with her fountain pen in the corner of the book "CAPITAL UNIVERSITY."

The male classmate was stunned. Capital University was one of the best tertiary institutions and had a very high score for admission.

Now, it should be noted that at Dainfon High School there was a stone college wall on which any students who had been accepted into an accredited college would have their names inscribed in gold.

Until today, anyone from Dainfon High School making it to Capital University was unprecedented. Because of the high grades, they requested just to be able to apply for the admission exam to said university, without mentioning the score that was required to enter.

"Are you serious?" Alberto Ortega asked, trying to confirm what he said. Although Amaranta had occasionally mentioned her desire to be accepted into Capital University, she had always assumed that she was only joking.

"Of course. Entering the main city's Capital University is my only chance to truly transform my life."

Without saying another word, Alberto simply looked at the words "Capital University" on the note and felt as if something had been ignited deep within him and was gradually burning brighter.

During the break between periods, Amaranta Cid was called to the staff room over the school loudspeaker — "Mr. Rodríguez," Amaranta greeted him as he entered the office.

Looking at Amaranta, Mr. Rodríguez asked, "Amaranta, where did you go after school yesterday afternoon?"

"Mr. Rodriguez, after school I went to the Internet café. Do you remember that I said that I wanted to apply for admission to the Academy of Cinematography? Well, I used the computer in the Internet café to find out about the application process at the Academy of Cinematography of the Capital Mr. Rodriguez, I am fully aware that I was not a good student in the past and caused you a lot of headaches and worry… But please believe me when I say that from now on I will be a good student. A university and not be a disappointment to all of you, I will make every last effort to achieve my goal…"

Even after hearing what Amaranta said, Mr. Rodríguez did not seem to consider him. Instead, he sat down, a little disappointed. He thought that Amaranta Cid had taken seriously the possibility of turning a new leaf in his life and working hard. And now what? After being a good student for a few days, he had gone back and played hooky in the Internet café.

"Amaranta Cid, as your teacher, I am happy that you have thought things through." With that said, Mr. Rodriguez took out a study plan that he had specially developed, saying: "Based on your current performance, I have developed a study plan for you. Use it and work hard. You can ask me, or your classmates Above all, you can lean on Alberto Ortega if there is something you don't understand, he is the most advanced boy in your class and suitable for explaining what you don't understand."

Grabbing the lesson plan designed especially for her by the teacher, Amaranta returned to the classroom and walked briskly towards Carlos, who at that moment was the only person he knew about her trip to the internet café.

"Carlos Sánchez, were you the one who told the teacher about my trip to the Internet café?"

Confused, Carlos Sánchez looked up and responded, "No!"

Seeing how confused Carlos looked, Amaranta decided that he wasn't lying. If it wasn't him, who told Professor Rodríguez about his trip to the Internet café?

Mariana Cid was pretty sure that Amaranta had received a good scolding in the Teachers' office. Otherwise, why else would she look so upset?

"Amaranta Cid, as a study monitor for this class, it is my responsibility to inform the teacher in charge of our class of anyone who skips class and goes to the Internet café."

Mariana's words have successfully aroused the interest of the class. They all turned in unison,

look at her

"So Mariana Cid is the class snitch who always runs to Professor Rodriguez with information about us!"

With that, Amaranta returned to her desk.

The other students in the class looked at Mariana with some displeasure. Did this mean that Mariana Cid had been covertly keeping the teacher informed about everything that was happening within her class?

Mariana Cid, who had obviously picked up on the unhappy vibes of the rest of the class, quickly said, "Don't talk about any of you. I only informed the teacher about Amaranta Cid skipping class, I would never be a snitch accusing you of doing something. In class."

To the other students, Mariana's explanation sounded like she was simply stating the obvious about her role as study monitor.

However, they also felt uncomfortable, unsure of Mariana- "Mariana Cid, of course you are not an informant. As the monitor of the study, I was simply giving your statement about where the student was at the time of his duties."

After Amaranta finished speaking, Carlos followed up to say:-"Mariana, did you do it because you were worried about losing to Amaranta after seeing that his grades have improved rapidly?" -

Mariana was livid. I wish he had kept his mouth shut and not admitted to informing the professor. His admission seemed to have backfired.

"Carlos Sánchez, do you mean I'm jealous of Amaranta? Do you see something in her that I should be envious of?!!"

"Haven't you always been envious of Amaranta's beauty? That she is prettier than you?"

Mariana was so upset that her eyes turned red. Throwing fiery daggers with her gaze at Carlos, she ran out of the classroom. At the door, she noticed Professor Rodríguez leaving the teachers' office towards his classroom.

"Mariana Cid, please inform Amaranta Cid that there is a phone call for her in the school office."

Returning to the classroom, Mariana took one look at Amaranta's pretty smiling face and turned around, walking out of the classroom and toward the teachers' office.

"Sir, I don't think Amaranta is in the classroom."

Having been informed that Amaranta was there, the classroom teacher became a little nervous. If Amaranta Cid was not in the classroom, where was she? That girl was doing outside the classroom.

"Alright, thanks for telling me. Go back to your study session."

Back in the classroom, Amaranta was working on some difficult advanced math problems. Upon encountering a problem that she did not understand, Amaranta shook Alberto's arm.

"Beto, help me and take a look at this problem. Is this how I should solve it? Is this correct?"

When Alberto Ortega saw Amaranta's problem-solving method he was surprised. He did not expect Amaranta to solve the mathematical problem with an algorithm that was so unique.

This had to be the simplest and most direct algorithm he had ever seen.

Noticing that Alberto had become extremely quiet, Amaranta became increasingly unsure of her response. She asked anxiously, "Beto, is there something wrong with the way I'm approaching the problem?".