The Other Thread.
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Thread Topic: The Other Thread.
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I have no plot.
I completely forgot it and I apologize.
Wait a few seconds and I can come up with another one. -
Okay dokay. Have you seen Zane anywhere?
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Um.
No? -
Darn. He hasn't been on all day and I barely saw him yesterday. D'X
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Okay, I've got it:
The girl (who will be played by me, if that's okay) auditioned to be on a reality television show called Summer, and she got on it. There are three girls, three guys. She is one of the girls (obviously) and one of the three guys, she falls in love with. But the problem is that she already has a boyfriend, who is, in fact, a complete jerk. The boyfriend visits and acts as if he hates everyone. It goes on from there. -
Okay. Charries?
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Name: Andrew (Drew for short)
Age: 17
Eyes: Bright Blue, wheres purple contacts for the show
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Skin: Tannish
Height: 6'2"
Clothes: Surfer look
Personality: Hates girls who obsess- prefers quiet girls
Other: Never met his parents -
Name: Annie Blake
Age: 17
Looks: Washed out blonde hair with dark purple streaks, blue eyes, dark tan, slim and average heigh/weight.
Clothing: Short denim-white shorts, tight tank tops, and high heeled boots.
Personality: Real, humorous, and a great actress/friend. -
NOT IT!!
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Okay.
I really could not believe I made the cut. I mean, I left knowing that I had made a great, fantastic impression, but I didn't think they'd pick me. Me.
I'm going to be on a television show.
Right now I'm on a plane to Malibu, Florida to be on the new hit reality series, Summer.
And I'm freaking out. -
I ran across the floor of the airport, screaming to the lady waiting by the door to the tunnel by the plane, "WAIT! DON'T CLOSE IT!" She looked over, then opened the door back up, and I ran down to the plane and found my seat across from a girl who looked like she was about to have a heart attack. I probably looked like I already had one- I was huffing from running all the way from row G8 in the parking lot to the plane.
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A guy literally ran onto the plane. He sat across from me. I glanced at him. He looked famous, the way he was out of breathe and his hair was aspew in different directions, cheeks rosey from the wind catching. I bet I looked like a messy girl who was ready to die at any moment.
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I smiled at the girl, then leaned back in my seat, still trying to catch my breath. "Why are you going to Malibu?" I asked the girl.
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I looked up at the boy and narrowed my eyes. "To catch fish," I say, seeing if he would buy it.
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"I highly doubt that a pretty girl would be going to Malibu to catch a bunch of fish."
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