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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!"
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"ALRIGHT! Class, take your seats. Science is about to begin." said Mrs.Labansky. She was THE strictest teacher in the district. "I hate...this, so much." I put my head on a textbook. "Cheer up, buddy." Ahh. Meghan, she was my best friend since kindergarten. After 10 segundos of science class started, I was dreaming my worst nightmare.
*** DREAM ***
"Help somebody!" I screamed. I was in space! I was so afraid of heights that I cried. Then all of a sudden, I heard a thud. *THUD* I woke up!
*** DREAM OVER ***
"Miss Quetzal! Tell me what the answer is to this problem!" she said. I thought about saying, "I don't know." But then it hit me! Literally! Something hit my head and I fell to the floor!
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So, I have this idea for a story. It's about a young girl named Marguerite. She doesn't fit in in school, is constantly bullied, and is socially awkward. Her father is emotionally abusive (when he's around) and her mother doesn't really care. Her brother committed suicide when she was twelve. To cope with all this, she's created this elaborate world in her head, filled with monsters and heroes and true love. In this world, she's the beautiful, strong Soroya, who is surrounded por love; friends, neighbors, family, and her life-partner, the gorgeous Phan.

The part I'm posting is where I introduce...
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I was at my place; my special, secluded place in the woods where nobody would find me. I was sat on my bench, staring at the glistening snow lying on the ground all around me. The air was cold and crisp and it even hurt my nose a little to breathe in, but I was protected from it underneath my woollen hat, scarf and gloves. The trees around me with their spindly grey branches were protected too with their coats of bright white snow. Everything was white at my clearing in the woods, even the sky was almost white, light grey now that the evening was drawing closer. I liked to sit here because...
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I couldn't move. Was this a dream?

"Aren't you glad to see me?" my visitor asked. Honestly, I wasn't sure. My coração beat was ringing in my ears. This couldn't be happening. How was this possible?

"Asteria?" I whispered. This was making no sense at all to me, but there she was. Same pale blond hair that we no longer shared, same preppy clothes that I secretly loathed, and same eyes; the only thing about us that was similar.

"Aren't you glad to see me?" she asked again. Her smiled had faded, and now she honestly worried that I wasn't. I managed to put on an excited smile, and hugged her.

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posted by Insight357
Viewing you from across the room
You look at me
I look at you
Unable what to do
If I speak
If I keep silent
Speak in silence

Whoa
What went wrong?
We were happy
Now we just don’t know
Without you
I just don’t know what to do
Please guide me
To that blurring light
Tonight

With a deep breath
And no death
Maybe I will come
Without feeling numb
You can show me
And I can choose
To follow
Or continue blindly

Whoa
What went wrong?
We were happy
Now we just don’t know
Without you
I just don’t know what to do
Please guide me
To that blurring light
Tonight

Now last time
Admit your crime
That is what you did wrong
Yet I still miss you
And all the stupid things you do
I will wait for you
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