'Life was like a box of chocolates; you never know what you're gonna get.' -Rolf Jacob Sartorius
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Jacob pov I sit shotgun in my mom's lavish rover. In an intense trance I stare out the window, contemplating what dance should I destroy next? Oh shoot!! I realise I haven't posted on my musically account for 2 days. What if I lose all my Tweeni fans! Vine was gone, now musically and instagram were the few forms of unnecessary income I have left! My mom's sudden hault brings me from thinking about my difficult life. We were at Annas house.. wait is that her name? "Natalie you're home at last!" I guess her name isn't Anna then LOL. The manly voice got louder as did the drumming of his loud feet on the polished wooden floor. I had to admit I was not expecting no-friend Natalie to have such a enormous and probably expensive house. Eventually a middle aged man walks into the room. Ugh middle aged people are soo old and boring. However I did seem to recognise his warm features, perhaps he had polished my flyyy shoes at a set, or maybe even he'd gotten me food on set? Either way I cant put a face to the name... he can't he that important.
