Photoshopper: A Josh Hutcherson Fanfic

The perks of being Stella Summers

I opened my eyes from however long i'd been sleeping. I checked the clock beside my bed to see what time it was.

12:00? Dang, I need to start getting up earlier, I thought.

"MOM, CAN YOU MAKE SOME PANCAKES?" I shouted down the stair well.

No response.

Then I remembered that she's probably already on the plane and asleep in first class.

"Well," I said to no one but myself, "I'll make my own gosh darn pancakes."

Oh one thing about me is I don't curse. I'm more of a goody two shoes.

I sat up and put my llama slippers on... What? They were a Christmas present! And they are seriously comfortable!

I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and headed downstairs.

When I reached the kitchen I saw an envelope with my name on it. I opened it up and some money fell out... $3000!

The perks of being Stella Summers right? I assumed it was from my mom and left it on the counter.

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"Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope." I hissed at my closet. Did I seriously have no running clothes? And then I Remembered something.

"Aunt Jamie got me a running outfit last year for my birthday! I just never used it until now." I exclaimed to myself.

I put it on and French braided my hair back into a ponytail.

"MOM IM GOING TO RUN!" I yelled. Although it was completely useless because my mom was on her way to Africa.

I checked my phone to see what time it was. 2:30. Maybe she was already there. I don't know.

I grabbed my headphones and ran out the door.
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Okay, let me tell you how bad of an idea it is to try to run three miles when you haven't even run one in two years.

I panted and ran over to the bench that was a few yards away from me.

When I sat down I pulled out my phone and started looking through Instagram. I gained 300 more followers since last night. That brings me up to 150k.

Not to shabby. I thought to myself.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention... I'm famous. No, not popular famous. Famous on Instagram. For photoshopping. I'm claimed to be the best photoshopper around. Although I only photoshop myself with one main person... Josh Hutcherson. No, I don't inappropriately. I just put us in different photos together. He's my favorite celebrity ever. You see, every girl is obsessed with a famous guy right? Well, I'm way more than obsessed... I track his every move. We are meant to be! Anyway, I reposted an old collage of us together and in three seconds I already have 75 likes.

I turn off my phone and started jogging again. Although this time I was just trying to get home.

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When I turned on the trail I have in the woods as I shortcut to my house, I noticed a really big red bird right beside me.

"Birds are pretty coo-" I was about to finish my sentence when another person ran straight into me.

"WOAH WATCH WERE YOURE GOING YOU POOPYHEAD!" I screamed as I tried to get up off the ground.

"Poopyhead? Well I've never heard that before."

I knew that voice immediately. I turned my head to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

I barely could make a peep, but I managed to get out one word. Although my voice was scratchy and quiet I knew he would hear me.

"Josh?"