Well everyone, here it is!

Hunt for the Frog!
Moving from N.Y. to L.A. for boarding school is a big change, especially when you're as much of a "freak" as Dana Rossford. This is her hunt for a perfect life, and with that comes the hunt for the perfect guy. But you must go through a lot of frogs before you find the prince.

Rating: PG-13, some swearing, some mushy stuff...

Disclaimer: I own the main character and some minor characters. The other characters are either based on the people that answered my cast-call or are loosely based on celebrities. Please don't copy my ideas, I'm sure you can come up with your own! We all have fabulous imaginations.



Prologue
In a country where everything is based on looks, why is it that certain people stand out? My mother, for one, was selected as one of these ‘spectacular’ people. The sad part is, she gave it all up for me. You would think that I would be happy that my mom gave up the fabulous world of models and fashion to start a family, but I’m not. This is because I am a mistake. That’s right, my dad doesn’t even know I exist, my mother had what she calls a “drunken night” and I was created, how gross. It sounds like the classic model scandal doesn’t it? I’ve always thought so…

The thing about my mother is she never wanted to give up her place in the spotlight. So for the past 16 and ¾ years she has been a talk show host. “The Jenna Rossford Show” has ruled her life and, in part, mine. Now in the end of my junior year of high-school my loving mum has decided that she is shipping me off, so she can pursue her once famous modeling career again. So off to Los Angeles I go, to attend a prestigious co-ed boarding school for the artistically talented; or rather the academically challenged as I would like to think. I have no idea how she got me in because I couldn’t even draw a tree in my grade nine art class and then I dropped the class after that. I suppose she’s counting the singing lessons I started six months ago as my ‘artistic’ ability, but I still can’t even sing “Amazing Grace” in our church choir. I was put into the choir as a punishment for singing too much during my boring classes at school. Even though mom and I aren’t even religious, I didn’t even go to church before this choir nonsense.

So this is what my life has come to, I am being plucked out of my New York City lifestyle and flown all the way across the country and put into a stuck-up boarding school where I will have to live for my entire senior year. At least she chose a city that’s somewhat cool, and I know quite a few models and their actor friends that live there and can help me out. Basically I’ll tell them to rescue me from my to-be boring life. You must understand that life as I know it is full of meet and greet celebrity encounters, jealous high-school friends (or the closest thing I have to friends) and every piece of designer clothing I could possibly imagine, it’s really too bad I prefer vintage!

Ooh, that was really cool darlin! Can't wait for more! :)

ehehehe yay!! And so it begins!! Tres fabulouso prologue Sary!! Ehehe, she's so stuck up; tis hilarious. Looking forward to la premiere chapitre!

Bwah hahaha... and so it begins.

Dana seems.... bratty :P Though it would suck to be plucked out a school for one's senior year...

Great start! *sets up camp to wait for more* Did anyone think to bring cookies? *looks around in search of cookie-ness* Hmm...

Hey, that was great! I can't wait for more!!



~Jinx!

Great Prologue!!
I can't wait for the first chapter!! :)

Hey Sary! That was an awesome prologue! I enjoyed how she is explianing her life and why she hates it and I think this is going to be a great story! I can't wait for the first chapter! And thanks for helping me with my banner! :hug:
:love:
~Kit-Kat~

this is sounding good. I always love stories written in the first person.

can't wait for more. :)

Hey, I'm sorry I haven't posted the next chapter yet...I was on vacation in Florida.
I should have some time to edit it over the next few days so look for it this weekend!

:love: Sarah

Hey Sary! I had read this earlier after you left for Florida so i thought to wait and reply when your back. So seeing that your back :lol: loved the chapter. Can't wait for the rest. HEHEHE...........

:blush:

Ciao

Here is the first chapter...I hope you like it. There won't be another for a little while (like a week or 2) because I'm very slow at writing chapters. This one is the longest you will ever have from me, so enjoy!

Chapter 1
Here it is, my last day in our Upper East Side loft, it’s the beginning of my end; I don’t think I will survive the change. Mom wasn’t amused when I ‘fainted’ on my mattress 10 minutes ago pretending that the humid air of New York was getting to be too much and that L.A. could kill me. I think I’m already late for my first day of classes and I haven’t even gotten to the right side of the country yet.

My older cousin, Orlando is taking me to school when I land in L.A.; he’s lived there for the past six years and has finally graduated from U.C.L.A. At least there is one cool relative I have; and he just bought a bar about 20 minutes from my new school!

My mother also decided I wouldn’t even get a single room in the boarding school; I have to have a roommate. She’s probably picked the good side of the room already!
“You’re not going to be late for the first day,” said Mom, it’s almost as if she can read my mind.
“Whatever you say,” I stated sharply, I’ve been snappy for the whole summer trying to convince her that a school so far away is definitely not a good idea.
“Well, all the schools here go in at the end of August, but yours won’t start until September 15th because the students need time to settle in,” replied mom trying to cheer me up a little.
“Okay,” I muttered concealing the fact that I was quite happy about that, at least I would have time to meet people before classes started.
“Where’s George?” I asked. I had just finished packing and I needed him to help me carry down my belongings. Mother called George our ‘help’ which I suppose was correct, he helped us do just about everything, cook, clean, shop with us, whatever we wanted.
“He’s taking your furniture to the moving truck,” she replied, Mum was now in the kitchen packing me a lunch to eat on the plane, she never had approved of plane food. I didn’t think there would be enough space in my new room to fit the desk and lounge chair they had packed. Hopefully there would be a handy-man in the residence area to hang up my mirror and pictures. I desperately needed my black and white photos of myself, mom and random celebrities, and my lip-shaped mirror was a fashion must.

On my way to the airport later that afternoon I realized that I was quite excited about going to L.A. I never thought that I would think something like this was going to be even remotely interesting let alone exciting. I also noticed that I was quite nervous and that those little butterflies that I was getting in my stomach were getting increasingly more uncomfortable. Mom was sitting beside me in the car chattering away on her cell-phone and George was up front driving. She was most likely talking to her agent who had already lined up go-sees (modeling thing) for the day after I left. As we pulled into Terminal One in the JFK airport I became aware that many people with cameras were standing around outside in the light drizzle. It dawned on me that the “blasted paparazzi” were taking pictures of mum again. Ever since the word got out that she was returning to her modeling career, all the journalists from the local newspapers and magazines have been trying to get the story on what was happening to her popular show and where she was shipping off the mystery daughter. I’ve been known as the mystery daughter because reporters have never been able to figure out who my father is or how I even existed.

I pushed my way through the frantic photographers and into the large stark building, only to find my so-called friends waiting on the other side of the automatic doors.
“Oh my god, Dana! I can’t believe that you’re actually leaving, it’s so sad that I’ll have to do all of those English projects by myself!” cried Kiki, of course she was only thinking about the marks she’d be losing in her worst class because I wouldn’t be able to help her anymore. I still couldn’t believe that English could be anyone’s worst subject, how hard was it to spell ‘cat’.
“I know, it’s horrible you have to go live someplace that doesn’t even have cool people like us living there, and you have to like, share your bathroom and everything,” exclaimed Mandi.
“Thanks for reminding me,” I replied sarcastically. I found it weird how all the girl’s that I knew that had names ending in ‘I’ were extremely good at being “nice” but were actually extremely annoying! Yuck, my own friends were my pet peeve! It was definitely a weird pattern.
“Miss Dana, it is time to check-in or you won’t make your flight,” interrupted George, saving me from having to endure anymore of the only people I was happy about leaving behind. The girls enveloped me a girly hug and wouldn’t let go until I cleared my throat loudly.

As I made my way through the various check-ins and security I took the time to make sure I had packed everything in my carry-on that I needed, I bought a magazine and made sure the ice-pack in my Breakfast at Tiffany’s lunch box wasn’t leaking. Mother was still talking to various people on her self phone and when it came time to saying goodbye at the last metal detector walk-through, she somehow managed to convince the security guy that she and George needed to accompany me all the way to where the plane was being boarded. By the time we reached the waiting area people were already lined up to get on the plane. I gathered all my belongings and hugged George.
“Thanks for everything George,” I told him, I had always pictured George as my friend not as someone who was just hired help.
“It was my pleasure Miss,” he replied, as I hugged him, his fuzzy grey hair tickled my nose and I sneezed all over his clean suit, which sent my mother into hysterics and she ended up having coffee streaming out of her nose. It was beyond disgusting and made George leave the waiting area with a look like we were the dumbest people alive.

Jenna Rossford was never one for good-byes. She just hugged me and wished me good luck on the flight, she also handed me a brand new camera-phone in a Gucci tote bag. Sure it was a bribe to make us leave each other on a good note, but I appreciated it all the same. With that, Mom left me standing there in line for the plane with only the words “call me” to remember as our big parting moment.

I fell asleep almost as soon as I sat down in my comfy first class seat. I only awoke when a cute male flight attendant taped me on the shoulder telling me that we were landing in a few minutes and I may want to suck on a mint to keep my ears from popping. As we were landing I looked out the window and saw how magnificent the countryside was. It wasn’t dreary or dark like New York always seemed to be, it was lush and bright, I could see the ocean if I looked towards the front of the plane and it glistened in the late summer sun. I imagined myself swimming after classes during the week and going shopping all weekend; maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

I exited the plane with my still-full lunch box and carry-on bag in hand; I soon caught the site of someone familiar in the distance near the Starbucks Coffee store in the terminal. As I moved closer I realized it was Kathleen Williams, a model that I had met a few years back at a dinner party that mom had held in our penthouse.
“Dana, baby!” she shouted and ran toward me. As she got closer I spotted Orlando right behind her looking at me. I smiled and waved him over but he just shook his head and stood right where he was. By that time Kathleen had reached me and was taking all of my stuff and piling it onto an empty luggage cart. I told her quickly about meeting Orlando and she smiled shyly before following me as I made my way toward him. I found it peculiar that she did this because I had never found Kathleen to be a shy person especially not when I was talking about men. When we got to Orlando he gingerly wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her on the cheek, her great blue eyes sparkling with happiness as he did so. He was a good three inches shorted than her due to her sleek model-body and high-heeled sandals so he had to stand on his tip-toes to reach her face. I found this quite funny. I tried to hide my laughter but ended up laughing through my nose which just sounded like I was having a hairball.
“So I take it you two have already met,” I said recollecting myself. Kathleen blushed and Orlando nodded his head in reply.
“Well at least that saves me the trouble of introductions,” I added, shrugging my shoulders.

On our way to my school in the cab I was shocked at the similarities between Manhattan and Los Angeles, except for the clean beaches I kept spotting off in the distance, the sky-scrapers and shopping areas were mostly the same. I wouldn’t be so homesick after all. I only took notice to the others in the car when we stopped and Kathleen taped me on the shoulder, she startled me so badly I ended up screaming right into Orlando’s ear.

We’d arrived at an ancient building that was covered in vines and stood about looming over the street. It was nearly four o’clock (p.m.) but due to the time difference it felt like seven. I was really hungry because I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast that morning. Even then that was only a banana and an apple-sauce cup. As the cabbie and Orlando were unloading my suitcases and other bags I grabbed my lunch-box and dug my teeth into a peanut butter and jam sandwich which didn’t taste so good now because the jam had sunk into the bread and was making it mushy. I also retrieved my new Gucci bag out of the backseat and headed towards the main entrance. Around the door was an elaborate sculpture of orchestral instruments. Unfortunately, the large gold doors reflected the sun into my eyes and I tripped over the second step smashing my knee on the concrete and spilling the contents of my purse and lunch all over the steps. I heard laughter and turned around to catch the looks of a very attractive guy and his friends, three of which were girls who looked very similar to the friends I had just left behind. The stepped over my belongings and entered the building.

“Nice hair,” one of the girls commented sarcastically. Not one of them even stooped down to help me pick up my stuff. Great, I had just made a complete fool of myself in front of my new classmates, but I didn’t care…too much. The best part about me was I was an individual and could survive without friends…yeah, I could…but I guess it would help if I had them. I slowly got up, picked up my cell-phone which thankfully wasn’t scratched and put it back in my bag. I cleaned up my lunch and threw the contents into the near-by garbage can and put my lunch-box into one of my suitcases. Orlando and Kathleen were making out in the space left behind after the cab had driven away and probably didn’t even notice my little episode. I took as many bags as I could possibly handle and carefully walked up the stairs. I checked out my hair in the door and found it to be completely flat on one side from sleeping on the plane and the colour looked strange. The purple streaks I have looked really bright in the sun and the black was making me look really pale. Wonderful, now I’d have to dye my hair differently because of the stupid sun.


As I entered the building I found many people milling around the lobby, they seemed to be doing homework, but classes hadn’t started yet so I don’t know what it was they were working on. Some younger guys were playing cards with a group of friends and some girls were eating afternoon snacks by the fountain I could see through double doors to my right. I gazed up at the ceiling to find a mural of 15th century musicians and artists mingled together in one painting. To the side it said class of 2004, must have been a recent project or something. I walked over to the secretary’s desk which was vacant. ‘Well so much for getting my key,’ I thought. I looked over the high desk to see if I could spot them.

“Looking for something?” I swung around to see a guy my age looking at me with a sheepish grin on his face.
“My room key,” I replied sharply.
“Well, I work here,” he said going around the desk, “What’s your name?”
“Dana Rossford,” I said, “Aren’t you too young to work as a secretary for a school?”
“Yeah I am, I only work here after classes; I’m trying to pay my tuition.” His grey-blue eyes fell as though he was ashamed, and his hair covered the blush that had crept up his neck all the way to his forehead.
“That makes sense,” I was trying to be nice at this point which isn’t common for me. He handed over the room key and a small booklet that was labeled ‘Key items to know about Blake Mackenzie School for the Arts’. Now there’s a manual to read before you attend a school?
“Well I’ll give you a tour and then drop you off at your room,” said the guy, “Uh, my name’s Ewan by the way.”

Throughout the tour I began to realize how talented my new classmates really were. No wonder this was one of the best schools for arts, you could tell just by walking through the modernly designed hallways. The walls were covered with murals done by the students from past graduation classes, and we passed many rooms with students playing instruments and painting and dancing. It was all quite shocking to me because I never thought that people would start what I considered a type of school work, before school even began. As we passed one room I heard singing coming from within. Ewan headed toward the door and opened it for me to peer in. Inside were the people that had passed me on the stairs and one of them was singing. Judging by the fact that one of the girls was taking pictures of her and the other was just staring at her (although it did seem like an evil stare), she seemed to be the leader of their little group. The girl was gorgeous, with olive skin and the longest thickest dark hair I had ever seen; her friends were almost equally as pretty. The photographer was definitely going for that punk look, with pink streaked hair similar to the purple streaks in mine, but a million times better because they complemented her fair skin and gold eyes perfectly. The other girl was petite with light brown hair and preppy designer clothes. The girls were pretty but they didn’t have that evil striking look that the leader had. Right before Ewan shut the door I noticed the guy sitting in the corner, with a defined jaw and long wavy brown hair; his t-shirt read ‘Aren’t I hot?’. I could already tell he was an arrogant prick…I tend to judge people quickly by the way…
“That’s Evelyn Parker, Rhiannon Monroe, Dresden DeLonge and Hugh Dancy; they’re the popular ones.” With the last few words Ewan did those funny air-quote things that confused me for about three years until George explained it to me.
“And that’s the choir room, so you’ll probably be in there soon…it says on your portfolio that you sing,” added Ewan pointing to the words on the door that said ‘Musical Grouping’. The name makes no sense to me at all, but I tried to remember it anyway so I wouldn’t get lost in the future.
“I guess I’ll take you to your room now,” said Ewan. We had seen most of the school including the library, cafeteria, auditorium and the courtyard. Ewan led me through a pair of double doors labeled ‘Dorms’. I could tell as soon as we entered the hallway that it was going to be difficult for me to fit in here. All of the people I saw had their own unique sense of style; they were carrying instruments, drumsticks or paint supplies, were singing to themselves, or reading what looked like scripts. I didn’t think I would ever be like any of these people.

I was led down a hall and into a large room with a big bay window in the far wall. At least mum had sprung for a big room, even if it was a double.
“Hi!!!” said a girl who I hadn’t even realized was sitting in a bed in the right-hand corner of the room. She jumped up and gave me a bear hug; she seemed about five feet tall and was smiling so wide I think I could see her wisdom teeth. She was very way to many sparkly accessories that were kind of blinding because the sun from the window was reflecting off them into my eyes.
“I’m Cat your roommate, I figured you’d want the better side of the room being from New York and all, so I just put all my stuff over here,” she said indicating to her wardrobe and desk that were already covered in her belongings. Why these people think New Yorkers need big rooms, I still don’t know.
“Well thanks a lot, that’s really nice of you,” I said, and even though I felt sort of cruel taking the side of the room with the window and view I couldn’t just give it away, after all it’ll make me feel more like home if I had a window near my bed.

I walked around the room stopping briefly to gaze out my new window which looked over the school’s courtyard. In my head I was figuring out where I’d put all my furniture which I realized I would be able to fit in the room after all. Hopefully it arrive soon, how long does it take to drive across the country anyways? For now I’d be sleeping in the bed the dormitories provided everyone and would have to deal with the simple chest of drawers and old wooden desk.

“The moving truck company phoned this morning and left a message saying they would be here with your stuff tomorrow,” said Ewan who was standing awkwardly in the doorway. Mum had already let me know that she was paying the guys extra to drive through the night to get my stuff here faster.
“So I’m going to go…” said Ewan, “Classes start next Monday and orientation and a formal tour is going to be held this Friday followed by a barbeque. Bye Dana.”
“See you Cat!” he added just before he turned around and headed out the door; Cat blushed at this. Hmm…

“Wait,” I yelled after him, “Where’s my bathroom?” I had only found a closet door in the room. “Down the hall, third door on your right,” he told me walking backward for a few steps, suddenly a girl came out of her room bumped right into Ewan and they both fell into a random janitor’s closet and mops and buckets came tumbling down on top of them. It was the classic movie embarrassment moment, even worse then my little falling up the stairs incident because there was a ton of people in the girl’s room and they all practically peed themselves laughing. At the perfect timing to embarrass Ewan and the brown-haired-freckled girl even more, Kathleen and Orlando appeared from around the corner and began to walk down the hall toward my room. They gingerly stepped over the fallen couple who were now trying to pick themselves up but were still tangled with the various mops so keep flopping back down again like frustrated fish. The people in the rooms throughout the hall were popping their heads out of their doors and whispering to each other about the model they recognized and her attractive boyfriend.

The couple finally made their way into my new dorm room; they had brought the rest of my suitcases of clothes and were giggling more than ever because of their sudden popularity within the school. Cat was standing beside her bed with her mouth wide open and her hands twiddling with the hem of her green t-shirt. It seemed as though she was trying to say something but only puffs of air were coming out. Reactions like these always amused me, who knew that celebrities could be so shocking when you saw them in real life!? I made sure to quickly introduce Cat before she died of shock or embarrassed herself by mumbling some random inaudible words.

“My Mum was a model,” I explained to Cat, “or rather she still is. This is Orlando, my cousin and his new girlfriend Kathleen or maybe you already know her…” Kathleen, being the kind person she is, went over to Cat and started to make small talk as Orlando and I began to hang some of my clothes in the closet. I took out my bag of toiletries and tried to figure out a place to put them because I didn’t have anywhere to store them in the washroom, in fact I didn’t even have a washroom. “There are lockers in the bathroom down the hall,” Cat said noticing my confused look, she’s been attending this school for years so I guess she’ll be pretty useful whenever I get lost, which will probably be often judging by the size of this place…

“Thanks,” I mumbled before grabbing my towels and heading out the door. Some people were still standing in the hall talking about Kathleen. I pushed my way through them before they had a chance to ask me any questions about her. I had changed into a self-pitying mood and wasn’t about to answer any dumb questions about my friend. When I reached the washroom I noticed that the little sign on the door was a picture of a stick man and a stick woman. ‘Oh god,’ I thought, I couldn’t believe that I not only didn’t get my own bathroom I had to share it with guys, how gross was that?! “They think we’re independent and mature enough to share washrooms, like college,” said a voice from behind me. I turned to see a guy way taller than me with short spiky brown hair and the most appealing brown puppy-dog eyes I’ve ever seen; he was standing so close to me that I took a step back into the door. “My name’s Eric Szmanda,” said the guy as he rubbed his neck. “I’m Dana,” I said rather shyly, which was odd because I’m outgoing most of the time. Wow, the only time I’m really shy is when I’m attracted to someone…I wouldn’t have thought that some guy with a Rolling Stones shirt, would make my knees weak, but my mind does strange things...

I’m such a random teenager, like as if mood swings weren’t bad enough, all these weird embarrassing events and new people were already beginning to turn my life upside down. Well I guess I’ll just have to be a dead fish and go with the flow.

:yahoo WOO HOO first chapter is up yeah and i believe i'm the first to reply, so doulbe woo hoo. anyways... loved the chapter Sary, thought alot of the parts were funny, especial Dana's encounter with the "popular" kids hehe and the whole aired quotations i kept on thinking about Friends and how clueless Joey was. and...

THERE'S CO-ED BATHROOMS!!! that should be very interesting. poor Ewan, and Cat it was all an accident please don't hurt me...

I laughed at this very hard. just the thought of Cat giving up the better half of a room would be the day the four horses came. Anyways see you tomorrow.

Ciao
~Claire

Guh, as much as I am insulted at the attack on my character... I have to agree! But you see, since it's fiction I get to be that nice girl! SO TAKE THAT!! At least I'm not some flousy throwing herself onto Ewan! :P ;) lol

Loved the chapter Sary, although Dana is mighty pretentious, I can already tell she's coming around sort of. I like the sound of the school, it sounds really cool. The gold entrance seems kind of Italian, which you know I love. I hope to get to know more about the characters... especially this Ewan character... he seems mighty interesting... hehehehe.

Chapter! Yay! Nice job, by the way :)

*cough*Jerk*cough* <_<

Hehehe "popular" ones, eh? Ewan's a cutie *grins and huggles him*

Hugh is bleh *hmphs at him and his jerk-shirt* There's nothing that makes me want to smack someone more than a guy who's full of himself! Ack!

George amuses me by the way; he explained it to her? Hehe... The whole sneezing thing was pretty amusing too, teh heheh...

Eesh! Talk about intimidating! *hides* Cat seems sweet though :)

"Hmm..." is right! *michivious/curious look* Heh heh heh...

Ah hahahaha! Poor Ewan! And...whoever she is... *curious look*

My Eric! *huggles him* Awwww how I adore you and your pretty brown eyes *grins* (Great, now I've thought of John Brooke! *burst into tears and runs off crying* Whhhyyy? He was so *sniff* nice! *sobs*...grrr...)

*continues to huggle her handsome and witty Eric* :D Hehehehe...

But this Dana's reaction to him <_< *narrows eyes suspiciously* Grr.... You stay away missy ....hehe :laugh:

Great start! Tchao!

BAAAAH *dies* That's my husband you're talking about! lol. *takes out evil sith lightsaber*

Loved the chapter hun! I can't wait to read more, I love how Ewan's so adorable, yet akward.

:heartbeat: Pat

I just know you that well Cat. And excuse me I am no flous or whatever it was an A-C-C-I-D-E-N-T! God! you can be so difficult sometime.

*storms off* :lol:

~Claire

If it really was an 'accident' as you so eloquently spelled it for me, then why are you so touchy about it unless you really harbor feels for him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *dramatic gasp* You're after my lover!!!!!!!

Yes Cat i am after your lover *note sarcastic tone* I am touchy at the idea that you thought this about me so :P and you know i love Ewan but not as much as my Christian or Gerard so no worries.

*[mock] smug look* Then you've forced me to conclude that you have horrible taste in men.

*pulls out her own lightsaber* Don't toy with me; I just finished watching Ep 4 *grins* (Ah, Luke; how I heart thee...:D) :duel:

Hehehe... (too bad no one posts in CCAA anymore *sad day*)

*gasp* so you don't even appreciate him!! Your toying with his heart by gallivanting off with these two other men you mention!! FOR SHAME!!!!

:lol:

*hides in bushes, ashamed*

Yay! New chapter!

Hey its me! My entrance!

YES! Orlando Bloom is my boyfriend! :wub: *does happy dance* He's shorter than me there? Interseting. And we don't even help you out! (Well, I probably wouldn't notice anything around me if orlando was kissing me.)

*snorts* Ewan, he's a funny one. :lol:

I'm popular and I'm a model who's famous! SWEET! See and now we help you! We're not tottally wrapped up in ouselves.
Great chapter Sary and I enjoyed it and update soon.
:love:
~Kit-Kat~

Hey, great first chap! There's some interesting characters being introduced here, and I can't wait to read more! :)

Jaime

Hey everyone, Thanks for all of the replies, I'm so happy that you liked the first chapter. I'm going to try extra hard to get the second chapter done before you lose interest...it would be sad if you did.

And Cat, Claire, Pat and Jewelz...don't worry or fight, -_- the boy thing will be worked out. I remind you that I still have many characters to introduce so just hold your horses before you get too offended by what someone else is doing with "your guy"...but the reactions are quite amusing :laugh:

:love: Sarah

Reply over due to the extreme.

Of course i appreciate him, just not as much as you. And you know he is the only Obi Wan Kenoibi so of course i appreciate him, even though he failed Anakin. Lol only joking Cat, Anakin was a failure all by himself. And i'm not gallivanting off with Christian Bale or Gerard Butler. If i was i would be like in London or New York with Gerard and Jewels will kill me if i run off with Christian. so yeah... there's my late reply.

Glad we could be of some entertainment there Sarah. :shine: Hope writing is going okay and see you in English.
Ciao
~Claire

Hey everyone, I'm so sorry about the lack of chapityness. But I wanted to let you know that I have one in the works and it should be up by this weekend. I had some major block, like I had the ideas for the chapter but no desire to write...this was combined with "personal issues" haha...

So I apologive profusely,
:love: Sarah

That ok! I still want more though lol wheneveryou can!

:heartbeat: Pat

Gwar! Yesh YOU and your super dramatic life. YAAAY for chapityness in the work. Can't wait for it to be posted ^_^

Love ya!

-Cat

So um... yes Sarah where is this chapter in the works? Sorry to be irritatingly pushy, but well i would very much like, well... you know: the chapter. But um... anyways hopefully it will be up before a week from tomorrow, or you know after. I don't want to be too pushy but well... yes :eeek:

Ciao
~Claire

I'm sorry, I feel like I'm failing with this fic, but I'll get back into it as soon as I have some time. If I had had time this weekend I would have the chapter done, but I'll have some time tomorrow and through the end of this week so it should be up before I go away for March break. Yay Scotland, England and France!

Sorry guys,
:love: Sarah

That's exciting news!! ...

But if you put it up the day we leave, and I miss it and we fly away.... Well, I'll shove Haggis down your throat!!!!!!!!!! :P

Much Love,
Cat

Hey guys, I'm so sorry it took so long...and this is only part of a chapter, which I didn't even have time to edit. But I wanted to post something before I went away to Europe...so here it is: I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2
Not having my stuff here has been quite an adjustment to my usually spoiled life. Already this morning I have embarrassed myself by having to borrow soap from Cat, she is always grinning, so actually, any confrontation with her is kind of creepy. And then as I was finishing the rinse out of my conditioner, I realized that I didn’t have a towel in the bathroom, in fact I don’t have a towel yet at all.

The whole co-ed bathroom thing is horrid because there are these little individual stalls, which is fine, but the curtains don’t close all the way, so I was incredibly paranoid that someone would walk in and see me through the crack. So in the end I had to very slyly reach my arm out of the shower and put on the clothes that I had worn into the bathroom, which consisted of a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. This was even more embarrassing because the t-shirt went see-through when it got wet and it took me like five minutes to get the jeans on because they were sticking to my legs. Other people that were coming in were laughing because they could hear my thrashing about in the stall…argh, I hate this school!! And their bathrooms!!!

Then, to finish my horrific bathroom episode, this really hot guy walked in when I was about to run down the hall back to our room. Of course, hot guys always make things worse, they just shouldn’t exist.

Did I really just say that?

Back to my point: not having my stuff sucks!

It’s Thursday now, so I’ve lasted a day and a little bit in my future school. I haven’t met anyone other than those people on the first day, so I’m hoping that I can find some normal people at the introduction barbeque tomorrow. Maybe I can conveniently run into Eric again as well. Cat has been in and out of the room numerous times, and she’s even been nice enough to ask me to go out with her but I would rather sit in, at least until I have some different clothes to wear. I packed the stupidest things in the suitcases that I packed for the plane. I’ve got my super-cool new binders but no more fresh socks, which limits me to my dirty flip-flops. I am actually missing my mom, who was busy when I called to tell her I had arrived safely.
I’ve just decided that I complain too much and now I am going to stop…
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Wow, I haven’t said anything since I decided to stop complaining, I guess it wasn’t a very realistic approach to my issues. But now I can explain about today, which actually turned out to be really fun. Oh, it’s really late on Friday by the way.

The day started off with Cat waking me up by jumping on the end of my bed. I sat up rather groggily.
“What the hell?” I said just a bit too harshly.
“Your mover guys are here, Dana!” said Cat, her dark brown hair flying as she continued to jump on the bed. She looked good today, even in the early morning I could tell. She had dressed up nicely in a cute brown halter dress over some jeans, it sounds strange to explain, but it did really look good. And I would know being the offspring of a fashionista and all. She also had managed to apply her eyeliner in a superb way which I don’t think I will ever be able to manage –I always poke myself in the eye!
“Well, let them in then.” I said when I realized what she meant by the movers (I’m slow in the morning).
“I just wanted to see if you wanted to get dressed first or something,” said Cat who had stopped jumping and gone back to her desk. “The movers aren’t actually who you are thinking of.”
“Oh, what do you mean?”
“The real movers left the stuff in the lobby area thing-a-ma-bob, and when Ewan told me that the stuff was your’s I got my friends to help me bring them up.”
“That’s good, thanks for that.” I said as I threw on yesterday’s clothes and went to the door; I think I was still half asleep because I probably should have been a little bit more appreciative of Cat’s help.

When I opened the door two guys waltzed in, followed by three girls. “These are my friends,” said Cat walking over to introduce me.
“This is Christian Bale,” she said motioning to the first guy, who was tall and handsome -what a weird word!-who smiled at me and went towards the window to put down the chair he was carrying.
“He’s shy,” said one of the girls pushing past the other guy, “I’m Kassidy.” She deposited my box on the floor and plopped herself down on Cat’s bed, her curly red hair bouncing around her shoulders. She seemed kind of mean compared to her friend Cat’s fuzzy interior.
“This is Claire,” said Cat, as the next girl walked in by the others. She tried to cover her face with her hair but it was too short to do so. I immediately recognized her as the girl who had fallen over Ewan into the closet a few days before. “Hi,” she muttered and went to join her silent buddy on the other side of our room.
“I’m Julianna, but call me Jules, okay?” said the next girl laughing as she too pushed past the second guy. She was short but seemed so exuberant that it made up for her vertically-challenged stature. She hopped over to Cat’s desk and hummed to herself as she looked through and organized the drawers.
“And, last, but definitely not least, I am Michael Rosembaum,” said the guy finally getting into the room. I noticed that Kassidy tried to hide a small smile as he said this.
“Hi, thanks a lot for helping bring my stuff up,” I said grabbing the box out of Michael’s arms. I was about to close the door when Ewan arrived huffing and puffing in the hallway.
“Why was I the one who got stuck with the books?” said Ewan seeming a lot more at ease around these people than he had been with me when we met. Obviously he belonged to their little group as well. As for my books, I own very few, but they are all hard-cover and I had stuffed them all into one box.
“Aww, poor Ewan can’t handle the pressure?” said Michael taking the box from Ewan. Did that insult even make sense?
“Uh, so yeah…” I stuttered, I didn’t know what to do; they were all in my room and looking at me apprehensively.
“Come on guys, let’s go down to the cafe to see if we can steal some chips or something to eat during the welcoming assembly,” said Kassidy, noticing my nervousness thankfully. “We can’t have new girl getting all embarrassed when she has to unpack her private things,” she continued as she led the group out. So much for making a new friend out of her… this didn’t seem like an insult at all, but judging by her tone of voice and everyone’s sympathetic looks towards me, it told me that it was.
“She doesn’t really like new people, and she hates big city people,” said Michael, giving me a sweet smile as he left the room. Doesn’t like big cities? She’s going to school in L.A.! How can she not like big city people?!?!

Cat stayed behind to help me unpack; she’s turning out to be quite the sweetheart!
“So, that’s your group of friends?” I asked, trying to strike up a normal conversation.
“Yeah, that’s them,” replied Cat with her usual large grin, “Well…Ewan’s kind of a new addition.”
“Oh? What do you mean?” I prompted noticing her eyes light up as she mentioned his name.
“Kassidy brought him into the group last year when they went out but then she broke up with him. It was awkward for awhile, but everyone liked him, so he stayed friends with us. She doesn’t really like the fact that he still hangs out with us so she’s been trying to get me to hate him too.” Hmm…seems like the classic group issue, I thought, it’s probably even harder considering Cat obviously likes the guy.
“I wouldn’t suggest hating him,” I replied, trying to use my boy-wisdom for good, but considering I lack all experience in this field, it probably didn’t help Cat at all.

“Anyways…do you want to leave this unpacking for later, and come down to the assembly with me?” said Cat, obviously not wanted to speak about the issue.
“Sure,” I responded; I’m so lazy; I probably wouldn’t have unpacked anyways.
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Arriving in the large auditorium of Blake Mackenzie’s, the first thing I noticed were the rows upon rows of wide purple velvet chairs, it looked so…old, and it’s great that this school can afford such a tacky form of comfort in the “theatre”. At least compared to my old school, which had hard wooden seats and you could never see over the person’s head in front of you, this school’s rows swept downwards to a main stage in the center.

Students were filing into the auditorium in mass numbers, I didn’t realize before how many people actually attended school here. Cat spotted Claire waving to her from a few rows down on our left. We took the seats that the group had saved us…and thank goodness they did, because there were tons of people filling the seats around us. I perched on the edge of my seat and glanced around at the other teenagers. I instantly spotted the “popular group” who were making a spectacle of themselves in the front, laughing at Hugh as he tried to capture them in bear hugs; how immature.

I HATE YOU!!!
I'm leaving in minus ten seconds and what do I see!??! WHAT DO I SEE!??! AN UPDATE!!!!!!!!
GWAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You're dead when I see you Krem!! DEAD!!
looool
You're lucky I have a printer now!! I'm bringing it on the plane and after I read it, I will beat you senseless with it!!!!



*BUT I'M REALLY GLAD YOU UPDATED!*

Meeeoooorrwwww hiiiiisssssss *immitates scratching at the air* Somebody is certainly potty (:P Haha Jinxy *sniggers* just kidding!...)

The thing about her and Ewan is certain to cause mischief *rubs hands together mischiviously* oh, fun! (I mean... hehe).

Alright, I'm off, just thought I'd quote because you amuse me :) Have fun in Europe you lucky bums :bye:

Tchao!

ps. Cat, you amuse me :laugh:

Me and my sister just read your update, I turned to her and said. "Hey, I'm one of the popular kids in this movie!"

So, this isn't me being stupid and thinking this was a movie, its actually my subconsious saying how this fic should be a movie because it's so good! I can't wait for more hun!

:heartbeat: Pat

P.S Penny can't wait for more either ehe.

Oh my god, I think I just died a little when you mentioned Christian Bale. Whoah. *fans herself* Wow. That was hot. And I'm really exited about this story! Yay! Haha, this is such a classic girly-drug-store-book kind of setting, but you make it so totally cool, that I forget about the cliche setting. And grrrrrrr to you for having two pages and only two chapters. I have about eight, and I've only JUST started my second page. *pouts*

But back to Christian Bale, and how incredibly hot he is........ *points of ovaries* Come on in! There ya go!
^^^ Haha, sorry. Inside joke with one of my friends, who isn't even here, so i don't know why I said it... It doesn't make sense without the hand motions. <_<

Oh well... Amazing chappie, my dear! Post more incredible soon! ^_^

:heartbeat:
-Feebs

You get to go to Europe?!?!? How lucky can ya get. I really enjoyed the chapter and I will edit my review later hun. Enjoy Europe and bring back loads of pictures so you can post them on the board for us to see! Cya!

~Kit-Kat~

Well you already know what i'm going to say because i already told you (at least i think i did :wacko: ) but for your sake in case i didn't I loved it. And now i am finally known by name not by being clumsy. Anyways you must imagine what i felt when i picked cat up for the airport only to find out that you had posted. I thought 'well if Cat isn't going to kill her I'm certainly will' but of course i didn't. Anyways now i'm just rambling. Can't wait for more but will because test are coming up. Don't know why. Ciao

~Claire

P.S this is more for the girls who's avatars are like 'Warning: Irish' or 'Warning: British' where did you guys find them cuz they're awesome.

Bwah hahahahaha... we didn't find them. Someone in our very midst maaaaade them all. And I'm sure she'd be willing to share, if you ask her too... :D

Her name starts with a "C" and ends with an "elly" :laugh:

*skips off*

*pokes her head in* Did somebody call me? Hehe. Well, here is the speech that I gave Kit-Kat when she asked about them:

So yes, just tell me who you want and I'll get one to you post haste. :shine: