disclaimer: Not mine! I'm just a lonely puppeteer with no toys of my own. All rights and characters belong to Disney.
For Rhai, because this is just way too awesome to not share.
Bold italics are voiceover narrators.
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chapter one: Urban Hills
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Three below. Icicles hovered above, perilously near to falling. Windows misted as thick as a lake in Minnesota. The biting wind gave no relief to the already suffering. A disheveled teenager shivered as he huddled closer to his companion.
"Greg," the dark skinned boy started, teeth chattering. "This is the wo-worse it's ever been."
The plump blonde replaced his hood. "Nick. Winter's here. Our crops have failed, harvest never came. The school is about to close, we have nowhere to go. We're slowly starving to death. What can we do?"
His passionate speech aroused Nick's interest, the first glimmer in his eyes that resembled the boy he once had been. Nick withdrew his stiff gloved fingers from the large brown overcoat that had seen better days. Ransacking his pouch from the messenger bag, he brought out closley wrapped foil.
Forcing the parcel into Greg's hands, Nick shuffled his feet. "I saved you some. Before the kitchens closed."
Crinkling.
"Biscuits!" Greg exclaimed, excited by this new find. "Cheese. And sausage!" He looked up at Nick with wonder. "It's like a mini-burger."
Nick's smile did little to lift the cold of winter. "It's still not enough. I wonder, sometimes, what will get us first? Winter or starvation?
One of them will starve...
Tasha's bottom lip quivered in unspoken prayer. Her cheeks were a ghostly pale in the gray sunlight. Passing under an archway, she paused. Blonde hair escaped her poorly drawn bun at the nape of her neck.
Tasha stepped forward, enchanted by the vibrant glow of dancing flames. A light in the darkness. Two other figures nearly engulfed the small fire. Joining them, Tasha found instant relief. It might have been her imagination, but warmth licked at the top of her cobalt tipped fingers. Spreading through her body, a slow furnace began to burn. She knew enough not to rub her frostbitten fingers but without warm water, there was little she could do.
Tasha nearly cast herself into the fire for such pleasant heat.
"No fire in the halls!" An irate voice shrieked. The three grimaced, turning to the vice principal. The short but young woman glared menacingly. "There are rules to be obeyed!"
Tasha swallowed thickly. "Ms. Laura, please. It's so cold." She pleaded desperately.
Ms. Laura grimly stated, "There's nothing I can do. If the school board ...this might be the end." Her tone turned almost wistful, wishing on a distant star.
Everything must come to an end...
Sandra stumbled int he thick wilderness. Her white earmuffs were almost a halo around her head. Her scarlet coat was beautiful, especially with the golden buttons. Warm white gloves protected her once lotioned hands.
Bringing out a cellphone again, extremely surprised it hadn't frozen. She learned her hopes were dashed. No signal.
Tripping on a rock, Sandra's boot sank three inches in the pure white snow.
Thump.
In the distance, she caught a glimpse of a tree, branch vibrating with the lightened load. A lump of snow lay in a pile at its proverbial feet. A flash of brown.
"Hello?"
Sandra thew out her hand to balance herself on a nearby tree. "Is somebody there?"
Shh-nup.
Sandra propelled herself through the overhanging branches, reaching bushes, uneven ground, and colorless area. Twigs grasped at her hair, poles whipped her clothing, dry woodland blocking her path. Pushing it aside carelessly, they snapped back at her.
Her breath now coming in pants, Sandra struggled to make it through. Snow crunched beneath her boots. "Hello? I'm- I'm lost. Please." Sandra offered, thinking the person shy. Her side was spasming. The weight of the thick clothing (some damp) was difficult to run with. Her cheeks were now ablush with color, blood close to the surface, rushing through her veins.
Brown hair caressed her neck and jaw.
Alone in the wilderness. Or is she? Next time on Urban Hills...
The screen darkened.
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Mackenzie Falls cast stared dumbly at the mobile television and the home video.
Portlyn blinked incredulously. "And you recorded this?"
Trevor, Mackenzie's best friend, nodded enthusiastically. "My little sister watches it." He ignored the gasp around the room. "She mentioned something, so I had to watch. Once I realized what they had done, I knew you had to be aware."
It must have taken great courage to deliver the news to the others, to suddenly find themselves the center of ridicule. Yet his loyalty was to the studio, first and foremost.
Chad blanched at the idea, but could not idly by as his beloved television drama became the source of laughter. "They've gone too far this time. Nobody mocks Mackenzie Falls."
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a/n: By the way, I've decided to keep mackenzie falls names for the characters that's not officially part of Sonny with a Chance. I do know the names of the actors and actresses thanks to the minisodes and information guide but won't use them. I'm operating under the assumption that Chad can't be too bothered to learn their real names, since it's a larger cast than So Random, even if they are Mackenzie Falls cast. Portlyn is just Portlyn.
In case nobody got it: Nick=Nico, Tasha=Tawni, Grant=Grady, Laura=Zora, and Sandra=Sonny. I tried to keep their names as similar as possible for easy recognition.
