Ella:
I wake up and slip on a pair of shorts, a Pewdiepie t-shirt, and converses. I put my hair in a messy bun and walk downstairs. I see Nolan. He smiles at me.
"Hi." I say.
"Hey." He says.
"Where is everyone?" I ask.
"They all are at Starbucks." He says taking in my outfit.
"You didn't go?" I ask. He shakes his head.
"Why?" I ask.
"You were still sleeping." He says.
"You could've went." I say.
"I didn't want to." He says. I look at him.
"What are we doing today?" I ask.
"We have to go to the actual ANTM studio. Meet everyone and all." He says. I nod.
"Wanna go get Starbucks and head over?" I ask.
"Sure you wanna get filmed in that?" He asks.
"They dress us when we get there." I say.
"You're right. Let's go." He says. We walk outside. Phillip opens the door for us.
"Rachel. Jamison." He says.
"Hi Phillip." I say. He drives us to Starbucks. We get our drinks and drives us to the studio. Two people rush towards us.
"Rachel. Let's get you dressed." A girl says. I nod and follow her. She picks out some clothes.
"Are you two a couple?" She asks. I stay quiet and slip on the outfit.
"Yes? No?" She asks.
"No?" I say questionably.
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Breakaway
Teen FictionElla 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...
