DUNCAN'S POV:
I really don't know what I was getting into and why I was here. This was rediculous,Chris was rediculous. I looked around and saw person after person waiting to go into a pointless little room just to make a tape. Why didn't they do this at início like the rest of us? And plus, I didn't like the "lovey-dovey" looks all the girls gave me, which made me think A LOT about Courtney, and Gwenn even.
Harold looked at me, "Duncan, the way to positive thinking is to observe."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I snorted in his face.
He gave me a piece of paper and a pencil. "Wrtie the good things on the paper and the bad things. Then you can find a way to use the good things as a pointed for the bad things," He said calmly and strolled off to flirt with some red head with an overbite. I sighed then started to write:
What I don't like:
1. Too many people
2. WAYYY too long
3. Too many screaming girl fans...hmmm maybe that could be a good thing if Court and I don't work out...
4....
My thoughts were interrupted por a bump in my rib cage. I turned and saw a blonde, slim girl looking at me with green eyes. She had a box in her hand, I wondered what was in it. por the look on her face I knew that she knew me.
"Watch where you're going, skully!" She shot at me. For once I actually seemed surprised.
I did my best to mask my shock with "Make me, Sunshine." Sunshine? Did I just say SUNSHINE? She gave me an annoyed look then grinned, lifting the lid of the box.
"WANNA MEET BOB?" She threw at me, showing me what looked like a miniture tralantula. Dude, no girl I knew but Gwenn would touch a spider. EVER.
"DUDE what the-" I started to say but before I could she skipped off, giggling like a drugged seven ano old. I watched her skip off, my mouth dropped open. After a few minutos of self-silence, I grabbed my paper and wrote a new catagory; What I want to know:
1. About the blonde girl I just met.
JAMIE'S POV:
"What was THAT about?" Delilah questioned me as I skipped back to her side as she waited to go in.
"What was what?" I asked, trying not to act like anything happened.
"You were talking to Duncan," she said, raising her eyebrow.
"So? He bumped into me so I complained. And showed him the aranha I found in the camera room."
"You're phsyco Jam-Jam..."
I grinned as Delilah was up to go inside. She grinned and ran into the room. I waited five minutos until she was done. As soon as she was done we went to the comida court to get a smoothie.
"So how did it go?" I asked, sipping my tropical smoothie, batido which made me want to leave this raining place of hell even more.
"Awesome!" She grinned, "Piece of cake! How about you?"
"You know, typical Jamie shinanigans," I snickered.
She rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her morango smoothie. "Well, I'm gonna use the bathroom. You coming?"
"Naw, I'll save our table."
She nodded and got up and left for the bathroom. I placed the box holding Bob on the mesa, tabela and peaked inside. There were small gaps too small for him to escape but enough air for him to breath. My thoughts were interrupted por a cough seguinte to me. Now what does he want?
"Hey Sunshine," Duncan said cooly, smirking as I frowned. "We didn't fully meet before. I'm-"
"Duncan, I know," I mumbled, "I've seen the show."
He nodded, "So frist time auditioning?"
"We have a winner," I said, sarcastically yet equally as cool as Duncan's voice. He chuckled.
"It's not so bad. So you here with anybody?"
"My friend Delilah. We've been best friend's since we were two."
His eyebrow rose, "How can you handle a person for that long?"
I laughed, "Not that hard believe me. You just gotta find What interests them and go with it. no matter how uncommon to you it seems."
He nodded, "That's good conselhos ummm...."
"Jamie," I said, looking at him.
"Jamie..." He repeated, "Nice to meet you."
"Yepp, you too," I replied. I heard a cough behind me. I turned and saw Delilah wearing her famous "What the hell is going on" face.
"Oh! Duncan, this is my best friend Delilah. Delilah, you know who this is," I said, trying to keep from going red.
"Hi!" Delilah grinned at Duncan, he nodded back.
"Hey," he said. "I should probably get back to the auditions," he said slowly.
"Yea, nice meeting you."
"You too Sunshine, hope you two get in," he said, winking at me. I laughed as I watched him walk off. I, laughing, looked at Delilah and shrugged, "I did NOT see that coming!"
I really don't know what I was getting into and why I was here. This was rediculous,Chris was rediculous. I looked around and saw person after person waiting to go into a pointless little room just to make a tape. Why didn't they do this at início like the rest of us? And plus, I didn't like the "lovey-dovey" looks all the girls gave me, which made me think A LOT about Courtney, and Gwenn even.
Harold looked at me, "Duncan, the way to positive thinking is to observe."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I snorted in his face.
He gave me a piece of paper and a pencil. "Wrtie the good things on the paper and the bad things. Then you can find a way to use the good things as a pointed for the bad things," He said calmly and strolled off to flirt with some red head with an overbite. I sighed then started to write:
What I don't like:
1. Too many people
2. WAYYY too long
3. Too many screaming girl fans...hmmm maybe that could be a good thing if Court and I don't work out...
4....
My thoughts were interrupted por a bump in my rib cage. I turned and saw a blonde, slim girl looking at me with green eyes. She had a box in her hand, I wondered what was in it. por the look on her face I knew that she knew me.
"Watch where you're going, skully!" She shot at me. For once I actually seemed surprised.
I did my best to mask my shock with "Make me, Sunshine." Sunshine? Did I just say SUNSHINE? She gave me an annoyed look then grinned, lifting the lid of the box.
"WANNA MEET BOB?" She threw at me, showing me what looked like a miniture tralantula. Dude, no girl I knew but Gwenn would touch a spider. EVER.
"DUDE what the-" I started to say but before I could she skipped off, giggling like a drugged seven ano old. I watched her skip off, my mouth dropped open. After a few minutos of self-silence, I grabbed my paper and wrote a new catagory; What I want to know:
1. About the blonde girl I just met.
JAMIE'S POV:
"What was THAT about?" Delilah questioned me as I skipped back to her side as she waited to go in.
"What was what?" I asked, trying not to act like anything happened.
"You were talking to Duncan," she said, raising her eyebrow.
"So? He bumped into me so I complained. And showed him the aranha I found in the camera room."
"You're phsyco Jam-Jam..."
I grinned as Delilah was up to go inside. She grinned and ran into the room. I waited five minutos until she was done. As soon as she was done we went to the comida court to get a smoothie.
"So how did it go?" I asked, sipping my tropical smoothie, batido which made me want to leave this raining place of hell even more.
"Awesome!" She grinned, "Piece of cake! How about you?"
"You know, typical Jamie shinanigans," I snickered.
She rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her morango smoothie. "Well, I'm gonna use the bathroom. You coming?"
"Naw, I'll save our table."
She nodded and got up and left for the bathroom. I placed the box holding Bob on the mesa, tabela and peaked inside. There were small gaps too small for him to escape but enough air for him to breath. My thoughts were interrupted por a cough seguinte to me. Now what does he want?
"Hey Sunshine," Duncan said cooly, smirking as I frowned. "We didn't fully meet before. I'm-"
"Duncan, I know," I mumbled, "I've seen the show."
He nodded, "So frist time auditioning?"
"We have a winner," I said, sarcastically yet equally as cool as Duncan's voice. He chuckled.
"It's not so bad. So you here with anybody?"
"My friend Delilah. We've been best friend's since we were two."
His eyebrow rose, "How can you handle a person for that long?"
I laughed, "Not that hard believe me. You just gotta find What interests them and go with it. no matter how uncommon to you it seems."
He nodded, "That's good conselhos ummm...."
"Jamie," I said, looking at him.
"Jamie..." He repeated, "Nice to meet you."
"Yepp, you too," I replied. I heard a cough behind me. I turned and saw Delilah wearing her famous "What the hell is going on" face.
"Oh! Duncan, this is my best friend Delilah. Delilah, you know who this is," I said, trying to keep from going red.
"Hi!" Delilah grinned at Duncan, he nodded back.
"Hey," he said. "I should probably get back to the auditions," he said slowly.
"Yea, nice meeting you."
"You too Sunshine, hope you two get in," he said, winking at me. I laughed as I watched him walk off. I, laughing, looked at Delilah and shrugged, "I did NOT see that coming!"
Book cover :)
I had saved Bruno's life. He knew it was too dangerous to be on a mounain, he teleported to the Apache Junction. Unknowing where we were, we camped out. We heard someone walking outside and when we walked out, it was Apache Indians. They started talking, they were speaking Indian so we couldn't tell what they were saying. Bruno threw red circles at their necks, and when they landed, they started speaking english. One of them said " Why are you here? This is the Junction! Get Out!" Me and Bruno looked at each other. We ran as fast as we could, but, I wasn't fast enough. They grabbed me por the hair and pulled me away. Luckily, Bruno put his hand in the bon-fire and threw the fogo at the indians. The ran away with so much fear, they fell off a cliff. Bruno grabbed my hand until the reached a forest, there was a small waterfall por the forest.
Everyone has a red glass window.It's called your heart.People's windows differ from others,some windows are shaded out and don't let any light come in and than there are some windows that are open to whatever goes pass their them.
Is your window open or closed out?
Would you let the air in if you had the chance?
My window has been open for quite some time and the same gush of wind keeps coming in and I've grown to amor and need that one breath that air gives me.But that gush of wind I've grown to amor sometimes easily breaks my window with it's power.But yet can easily fix my window up again with it's strength.It is a constant fight between letting that gush of wind in because I'm afraid of the wind breaking my window once more.But that same gush of wind I'm so scared of but yet amor so much,loves me as well but that wind can spread far.Far enough to other people's windows as well.
Always an constant fight between the wind and the window!
Is your window open or closed out?
Would you let the air in if you had the chance?
My window has been open for quite some time and the same gush of wind keeps coming in and I've grown to amor and need that one breath that air gives me.But that gush of wind I've grown to amor sometimes easily breaks my window with it's power.But yet can easily fix my window up again with it's strength.It is a constant fight between letting that gush of wind in because I'm afraid of the wind breaking my window once more.But that same gush of wind I'm so scared of but yet amor so much,loves me as well but that wind can spread far.Far enough to other people's windows as well.
Always an constant fight between the wind and the window!
