soli-vagant
I pushed up my sleeves and took one last look in the mirror. Okay, let's hope I don't meet anyone important, but let's try to seem like everything is okay.
I took a deep breath as I picked up my bag, skateboard and Mac and then put the latter in my bag as I pulled out my lollipop and my key card. I walked out of my room and to the elevator, throwing the wrapper in the bin before I pressed the ground floor button and went down, holding my skateboard in my left hand by my side. It seemed to be a long while, but I knew it was only a matter of minutes. Since today, it seemed like everything just slowed down.
As the bell rang to signal my arrival at my chosen floor, the doors slid open and I stepped out then walked down the corridor. I put my key card into my purse, slipping it into my bag as I turned round the corner and-
And that was the beginning of my end.
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Sydney Walters is fresh out of college. Her social awkwardness was already a problem, never mind when she attended university in the United States, two years early, and with a Brit accent. She always hated attention, but that was exactly what she got.
She went to the States with the dream of writing films, and she showed lots of promise. But people don't want to make her films. They're cliche, the dialogue isn't interesting, but she did set scenes very well and moved the plot. But it wasn't enough. Her character development needed work. She wasn't an actor, never was. So she had to find a simple job. At the age of nineteen, she can't really get a job in bartending, but she did anyway, since her boss was her aunt. But her dream is still hanging in there.
Maybe the solution to getting her films made is just around the corner, in the shape of an old friend.