A LOW BUZZ FILLED THE ROOM AS A FAN SWAYED FROM SIDE TO SIDE, COOLING THE GIRL LAID ON HER BED DOWN.
the sound of 'would've, could've, should've' by taylor swift playing in the background filled the room as said girl swung her feet back and forth, clicking on the keyboard of her computer.
her eyes were hazy with tears and her cheek was stinging with the ache of a fresh bruise.
the camera of her computer flicked on, giving her a good look at her father's newest mark.
she frowned and took a deep breath before hitting record.
"uh, hey, chris mclean" she, or may i say, you, greeted awkwardly.
"uh, this is my submission to get on total drama ; island. uhmm.. why do i wanna go?"
your eyes turn to your door, the clatter of your mother and father fighting echoing.
you look back to the camera.
"i just want to get away from it all. it's too much. uhm.. how will i win? well, i guess i'm determined. probably more experience in some stuff than most of the other contestants.."
you trail off again, "uh, yeah. thank you for the consideration" you give a light smile before pressing stop. you sigh, burying your face in your hands.
