Survivor: Two Sides to Every Story

Survivor: Two Sides to Every Story

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Me: Alexandria- Alex: Hey! You know I hate that name! Me: Sorry. Alex seems like every other normal thirteen year old girl- except for the fact that she has multiple personalities. When she gets picked to be on her favorite reality TV show, she’s beyond excited; she’s thrilled. With Hercules, Forrest, Athena, Beatrice, and Seraphina by her side (or rather in her mind), Alex faces all the challenges Survivor throws at her. But when a new darkness rises from within her and tries to take over, the game changes drastically. Now, it’s no longer a fight for the money but a fight for control. Alex: Aren’t you forgetting something? Me: Oh, right! This story is based off of the actual show Survivor hosted by Jeff Probst (that’s right, he’s a real person!). All rights for the show go to its creator Charlie Parsons and all rights for this story belong to me. Cover- to be determined
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