It Started With A Crazy Girl Trying to Kill Me.
Blondes Have Special Powers, Like Seducing Perverted Old Guys.
As crazy as it sounds, my Mac is mocking me. It's taunting me with its blank screen. I finally understand what my professor in collage was talking about when he said a blank paper is a writers worse fear. Or in this case, a blank screen.
I've been sitting at a table in the corner of a McDonalds for at least an hour. I was one of the many people who came here for the free internet. After an hour or so a small blond employe, who's name infromed me her name was Callie, had told me that if I didn't order something I would be kicked out. McDonald employes are hard asses. I finnaly bought a twenty peice McNugget and went back to my Mac. I sat for about another ten minutes with my fingers hovering over the keyboard before I gave up and walked out of the bulding.
Collage had given me false hope. When I had gotten out of collage I was ready to take on the world. All through high school my teachers had made it sound like if I went to collage the rest of my life would be a peice of cake handed to me on a silve platter. What they didn't tell me was that after collage I would be stuck in a run down apartment with a peppy ex- cheerleader from my high school.
Miranda was a cliche cheerleader, minus the bitchy part. She was the girl who would ask her friends to stop teasing me back in high school. They didn't listen, and she hadent tried very hard, but the fact that she tried was enough for me.
I unlocked my bike from the rack and started to pedal my way back home. I couldnt aford a car and I was too much of a pansey to take the bus due to a crazy guy sniffing my hair once. In about twenty minutes I had already locked my bike up on the rack and was takeing the concrete stairs two at a time. When I unlocked the puke green door to my apartment the smell of paint nearly knocked me down.
I walked in, covering my nose, and was horrified at the sight before me.
The walls of the apartment that were once a yellowish white are now a light pink. Sheets covered the couch, desk, and floor. Miranda had been faceing the wall, painting the only white spot left. She was wearing paint splattered shorts and a T- shirt, her blond hair in a messy bun.
"What did you do?" I couldent see my face but I knew that my mouth was wide open. She did a weird twirl thing to face me and gave me a huge smile. "I painted the apartment! Duh!". I wanted so much to yell and scream, but knew it was just a waste of time. Miranda was like a puppy, you could mad all you want but she would never understand why. In her eyes, this was her doing me a favor.
I was about to just sigh and say "Good job" when I realized that we cant redecorate the apartment without the land lords permission. Anger filled me again.
"You cant just paint the apartment! You need permission from Mr. Burt! He will never allow this! Were gunna get kicked out! Fuck!". Paceing back and forth I was slowley becoming more and more scared of loseing this apartment and being on the streets.
Miranda just rolled her eyes and came up to me, putting her hands on my shoulders and keeping me in place. She spoke to me like a retarted child, "I already got it taken care of. Burt said it was okay." I looked at her for a minute, then figured that it was proably taken care of. Miranda probably just seduced Mr. Burt into giving her permission. Every one in this complex knows he's a sucker for blondes. Even Mrs. Burt.
I really didn't care what the apartment looked like so I didn't complain about he horrid color that now graced the walls. I just opened up the windows to air the place out and went to my room. I plopped on the bed and didn't bother to put on Pjs before I went to sleep.
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At about 10:00 Miranda shook me awake. I groaned and turned around to face her. She had her pjs on, a play boy bunny tank and shorts. "What do you want?" She sat cross legged on my bed and grined at me. I have to admit I'm litte scared. I sat up and eyed her suspicously.
"Your going to love me forever." I just gave her a what-the-fuck-are-you-on? look until she explained.
"You know how you love that My Chemical Roman band?", she beamed at me.
"Romance," I corrected.
"Well, I was going for a power walk and found this flyer saying that their shooting a music video and they need a young girl to play the lead role and that it pays a shit load of money. Sooo,since we need money and you dance in videos......"
It was true. I do dance in videos to pay the bills since my novel is going nowhere. L.A is a hot spot for videos. I dont really enjoy danceing but I can dance pretty well considering that my mom had dragged me to lessons as a kid.
I wanted to find a different way to make money but videos paid good money in a short amount of time. I didn't normaly try out for lead roles, but the money part had my attention.
"Thanks for telling me Mir Mir, when are the audtitions?" She pulled a red flyer out of her bra and handed it to me. It was warm.
It said,
My Chemical Romance is shooting a video for their hit single "Helena" and we need extras! Do have have what it takes to be an extra? Or maybe the lead role? We want you to audition for an extra or the lead role!
If you want to be a extra you will need to: Be a young male/female and know how to dance!
To be the lead role "Helena": Be a young female who knows how to dance VERY well!
Auditions are at the Bella Theater from six to nine from April 10th to the 15th. Dancers will be paid.
I slowly nodded my head and Miranda clapped her hands and giggled before she ran out of m room. I was flattered that she thought I could be the lead, but I wasent too sure. If I dident get the lead, I could at leaste be an extra. I fell asleep knowing that this months rent would be paid.
I've been sitting at a table in the corner of a McDonalds for at least an hour. I was one of the many people who came here for the free internet. After an hour or so a small blond employe, who's name infromed me her name was Callie, had told me that if I didn't order something I would be kicked out. McDonald employes are hard asses. I finnaly bought a twenty peice McNugget and went back to my Mac. I sat for about another ten minutes with my fingers hovering over the keyboard before I gave up and walked out of the bulding.
Collage had given me false hope. When I had gotten out of collage I was ready to take on the world. All through high school my teachers had made it sound like if I went to collage the rest of my life would be a peice of cake handed to me on a silve platter. What they didn't tell me was that after collage I would be stuck in a run down apartment with a peppy ex- cheerleader from my high school.
Miranda was a cliche cheerleader, minus the bitchy part. She was the girl who would ask her friends to stop teasing me back in high school. They didn't listen, and she hadent tried very hard, but the fact that she tried was enough for me.
I unlocked my bike from the rack and started to pedal my way back home. I couldnt aford a car and I was too much of a pansey to take the bus due to a crazy guy sniffing my hair once. In about twenty minutes I had already locked my bike up on the rack and was takeing the concrete stairs two at a time. When I unlocked the puke green door to my apartment the smell of paint nearly knocked me down.
I walked in, covering my nose, and was horrified at the sight before me.
The walls of the apartment that were once a yellowish white are now a light pink. Sheets covered the couch, desk, and floor. Miranda had been faceing the wall, painting the only white spot left. She was wearing paint splattered shorts and a T- shirt, her blond hair in a messy bun.
"What did you do?" I couldent see my face but I knew that my mouth was wide open. She did a weird twirl thing to face me and gave me a huge smile. "I painted the apartment! Duh!". I wanted so much to yell and scream, but knew it was just a waste of time. Miranda was like a puppy, you could mad all you want but she would never understand why. In her eyes, this was her doing me a favor.
I was about to just sigh and say "Good job" when I realized that we cant redecorate the apartment without the land lords permission. Anger filled me again.
"You cant just paint the apartment! You need permission from Mr. Burt! He will never allow this! Were gunna get kicked out! Fuck!". Paceing back and forth I was slowley becoming more and more scared of loseing this apartment and being on the streets.
Miranda just rolled her eyes and came up to me, putting her hands on my shoulders and keeping me in place. She spoke to me like a retarted child, "I already got it taken care of. Burt said it was okay." I looked at her for a minute, then figured that it was proably taken care of. Miranda probably just seduced Mr. Burt into giving her permission. Every one in this complex knows he's a sucker for blondes. Even Mrs. Burt.
I really didn't care what the apartment looked like so I didn't complain about he horrid color that now graced the walls. I just opened up the windows to air the place out and went to my room. I plopped on the bed and didn't bother to put on Pjs before I went to sleep.
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At about 10:00 Miranda shook me awake. I groaned and turned around to face her. She had her pjs on, a play boy bunny tank and shorts. "What do you want?" She sat cross legged on my bed and grined at me. I have to admit I'm litte scared. I sat up and eyed her suspicously.
"Your going to love me forever." I just gave her a what-the-fuck-are-you-on? look until she explained.
"You know how you love that My Chemical Roman band?", she beamed at me.
"Romance," I corrected.
"Well, I was going for a power walk and found this flyer saying that their shooting a music video and they need a young girl to play the lead role and that it pays a shit load of money. Sooo,since we need money and you dance in videos......"
It was true. I do dance in videos to pay the bills since my novel is going nowhere. L.A is a hot spot for videos. I dont really enjoy danceing but I can dance pretty well considering that my mom had dragged me to lessons as a kid.
I wanted to find a different way to make money but videos paid good money in a short amount of time. I didn't normaly try out for lead roles, but the money part had my attention.
"Thanks for telling me Mir Mir, when are the audtitions?" She pulled a red flyer out of her bra and handed it to me. It was warm.
It said,
My Chemical Romance is shooting a video for their hit single "Helena" and we need extras! Do have have what it takes to be an extra? Or maybe the lead role? We want you to audition for an extra or the lead role!
If you want to be a extra you will need to: Be a young male/female and know how to dance!
To be the lead role "Helena": Be a young female who knows how to dance VERY well!
Auditions are at the Bella Theater from six to nine from April 10th to the 15th. Dancers will be paid.
I slowly nodded my head and Miranda clapped her hands and giggled before she ran out of m room. I was flattered that she thought I could be the lead, but I wasent too sure. If I dident get the lead, I could at leaste be an extra. I fell asleep knowing that this months rent would be paid.
3/17/13