I watch the show and when it ends I watch the screen.
WINNERS:
Boy: Jamison Nolan
Girl: Rachel Foster
I sigh and walk upstairs. My phone rings.
"CONGRATS!" Colleen yells.
"I didn't win." I say.
"Yeah you did. They used your fake name." She says.
"Oh my god. I won." I mumble.
"Ahh!" She screams. I laugh and get on my laptop. I open an email.
"I got the email." I say.
"Read it then." She says.
"Congrats Ella! Your partner is Nolan Jamison (fake name is switched around). Your stylist is Quinn. Nolan's stylist is Adrian. His designer is Tom Ford. Your designer is Tory Burch. You guys share a photographer. Chapman Baehler is his name. Normally he only works with musicians but he went out of his way for you two. He's worked with Kelly Clarkson, Rascal Flatts, Nickleback, and Green Day. See you all June 18th." I read. She clicks her tongue.
"Did it give you their numbers?" She asks.
"Yeah." I say.
"I want a picture of Nolan." She says.
"Only if I get a picture of your partner." I say.
"Deal." She says.
"Tootle-loo dear. Text you later." I say.
"Likewise Hun." She says. I laugh and hang up. I text Nolan.
Hey Nolan.
Hey Ella.
Where are you from?
California.
Florida.
Can I have a picture of you?
Sure. Can I have one of you?
Yeah.
I take a picture of me and send it.
<pic message>
<pic message>
I open his picture and my jaw drops.
Are you wearing makeup?
No. Why do I need it?
No you look gorgeous.
Thank you. You look stunning.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
I send a picture to Colleen and she sends one of Drake.
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Drake is good looking.
So is Nolan.
Ikr!
Yeah.
I text them for a while and go to bed.
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Breakaway
Novela JuvenilElla Hopewell is the school's number one nerd. She gets shoved into lockers, made fun of, forced to do other people's work. None of it bugs her because she knows that one day they'll regret it. Ella has always wanted to be famous and one day while w...
