Disclaimer: I do not own Sonny with a Chance or any of its characters. All belongs to Disney Channel.
A/N: First story. Should I continue? Read and Review. Sorry for the short first chapter.
"Thank you. That was another episode of So Random! Good night!" I heard Sonny say. It was her turn to sign off. We just did another So You Think You Can PP Dance?, which is a really big hit. I saw the curtains closing, the applause of the audience, and darkness of the set surrounding me.
"Great show guys! Keep up the good work!" Marshall said. "Zora, can I talk to you?"
"Sure." I responded.
"See me in my office in 5."
"Alright." I walked to my room. Sonny was complaining how much her heels hurt. Tawni was looking in the mirror at herself, again. Nico and Grady were, well, being Nico and Grady. I walked into my room. Gray everywhere. Not that it was dirty, but I like gray. There were some hints of orange, green, and red. Just on the bedding. I changed out of my blue dress and but on jeans and a 'Go Green!' t-shirt. I slipped on flip flops and headed to Marshall's office. I heard someone singing when I was walking by the prop house. Stupid flip-flops, making so much noise. I stood still. I heard the t.v flip through channels. Just the t.v. Hmmm…. I checked my watch. Crap I gotta go. I walked really fast to Marshall's office. I knocked.
"Come in!" Well, at least he sounded pleasant.
"You wanted to see me?" I said. Well by the look on his face, I wasn't getting in trouble. Good. I didn't want him to yell at me for hiding in the vents.
"Yes. You may sit down." So I did. "I have a huge opportunity for you. I want you to make a sketch, all by yourself. You haven't done that before and you're turning 12 soon. Everyone on set has, except for you. Do you think you can make one by our next show?" Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, Me, writing my own sketch? This was gonna be awesome.
"Yeah. Thank you Marshall!!"
"No problem. If you need help, asked the others or me. You may leave."
"Thank you." I walked out and closed the door behind me. Wow, me, writing my own sketch? I am so excited. I went back to my room. I made sure to walk by the prop house. The t.v wasn't on anymore. I walked into my room. I grabbed my notebook and a pencil off my bed. I could be making a new robot for my collection, but writing a sketch would be so much better. I got the chair from my desk and stood on it. I climbed into the vent. What room should I go to? I'll go to Tawni and Sonny's room. I crawled straight, left, left, there I was. I was on my stomach and, thinking of what to write. Hmm. What if everyone was a piece of clothing? I be a pair of pants, Tawni a cute pair of shoes, Sonny a shirt, and Nico and Grady be, underwear? Everyone could be stuck in a washing machine and be yelling for help. Nawww. Stupid idea. As I was writing these ideas down, I heard a door open then slam shut. Tawni probably. I opened the vent a little to see what was going on.
" No, James I'm not going out with you again. Yeah, I know. You've been jealous ever since I've been dating. . . You're not jealous? Haha. Right. You always want what you can't have, not what you already have. . . No. I'm done. You're dating a normal girl. They're more weak than the people in this business. She seems nice, don't break her heart, like you broke mine. Bye." She hung up. Probably James Conroy asking her out again. But who is Tawni dating? What if it's Nico? No. Grady? Haha. Right. Probably one of those Teen Gladiators. I saw her eye on one when we were at lunch the other day. Then, I continued writing and thinking of ideas.