Hello this is my 2cd official story ever! So it may not be the best but please if you decide to review, review with honesty and give me pointers on how to improve my writing. I'm actually young so that may explain lack of well stuff that more adult people know/write about. Another thing before I give you the story... this story, I don't know how to explain it really, but the thing is I didn't copy anything from anyone else's story. It may seem similar in some aspects to either "Ocean Beauty" or "TDI: Beauty and the Beast" or "Another Cinderella Story." The reason being is that the characters fit those spots so well I wanted to try something like it. If FTiger or Jazzy-Chan or the author of the other story I mentioned think that this story resembles yours too much please tell me in a review so I can take the story off. And I'm really sorry if you end up having to tell me that. I never mean to copy.
I don't own TDI :*( Tear.
"This will get me my ratings for sure. Mwhahaha. Wow that was creepy. Stop talking to yourself. Shut up!" Besides the fact that I have gone completely insane, today is the greatest day ever! I, Chris McLean, have invented an amazing formula that will get this show the ratings it deserves. Okay so maybe I bought it on ebay but still, ratings!
"Now to check with the producers. Aw crap, I'm talking to myself again. You know … Oh hey Mr. Davidson boss dude; I was just fixing to ask you… No this doesn't involve cannibalism … you were serious about that? … Crap, I'll need to talk to Chef later and call off that I mean I was wondering if I could give the kids this um, mixture that … I'm not sure if it would cause allergies … No I don't know about fatalities either … But … Hello?" Damn it he hated it, and he hung up on me. Oh well.
"Till next time my sweet, sweet little ratings booster. Oh great I'm talking to a jar. Better go talk to Chef about this." I left the jar on the counter and went to the medical tent.
"Yo Chris. I needed to talk to you about tomorrows breakfast, so get yo butt out here now!" No response. I get no respect on this stupid show. They made me wear a ballerina suit; the brats make fun of the gold I serve them.
"Ugh too many things to list. Where's Chris? Hello what's this?" I picked up a little jar filled with a dark wine color. The label said Fictionator.
"Sounds like a fancy spice." I shrugged. At least now I didn't have to worry about breakfast any more.
"Chris is there really any reason to wake us up so early?" Hopefully Chris would actually listen to me. But as fate would have, it that day had not yet come.
"Courtney, if I really cared about your well being, or, even your lives for that matter, then I wouldn't make you eat this food, BUT thankfully I really don't care much about any of you. That is why I woke you all up with a Howler monkey, but let's look on the bright side. There is no bright side. Yay me. Holy crap I think I'm insane." He walked away muttering a variety of curses. I rolled my eyes. Cursing never really did anything for you accept waste air; at least, that's what my mother always told me.
Oh joyous, while too focused on complaining about being woken up, I forgot to check the calendar and see that today is the day Mr. Juvenile decides to pester me. Then again I didn't really have to check the calendar, he does that every day!
"Lovely outfit Princess, must have took you all night trying to pick it out." I looked down and shrieked. I must have been so distracted that I walked out of the cabin in a tank top and some shorts that went only to mid thigh! How embarrassing! No one in his or her right mind would want to vote me for president now!
"Oh no! This can't be happening?!" I tried to run back to the cabin but, surprise, surprise, Duncan drabbed my arm.
"Why the rush sweetheart?" Really he just had to, didn't he?
"You really want to know? Well, I was woken up at four thirty A.M by some little ugh well not nice person, then I had to come to the Mess Hall and eat this sludge and sit next to you, and now I just realized I was in my pajamas, so if you don't mind, I want to go back to the cabin now!" I yelled the last part right in his ear. He let go of me and I took my chance and ran for the cabin. I heard Chris screaming I needed to come back but I was not going to him blab on for thirty minutes about a challenge while I was in my pajamas! I was inside the cabin and slammed the door behind me incase any "surprises" where behind me. I sighed at the realization that I hadn't been followed. I turned around only to cover my mouth to keep from screaming. There was Duncan sitting on my dresser!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk Princess, you know better than to run away from me." I began to stutter.
"But how, wha, and you? Ugh my head hurts." I tried to get to my dresser but again today was not my day.
"Duncan move. Now." I tried to put power in my voice.
"Let me think… If I move then you get your perfect fit, perfectly covering preppy clothes but if I don't move then you stay in that wonderful outfit and to make it even better, your getting madder by the minute which by the way is totally hot." I would have blushed at the fact that he called me hot but I was already red with anger.
"Come on I just need my clothes. Please?" Ugh I had to beg. I'm a CIT I shouldn't beg a delinquent for my own clothes. I should only beg a delinquent to change his life and that's when I'm counseling, not now.
"No, you have to wear that all day."
"And who says I have to?"
"Me."
"Fascinating because the last time I checked, I can do what I want. I want to follow the rules and one of those rules is to be modest. Now please move."
"No." I rolled my eyes. Of course I always had different plans of getting my way. I had extra pajamas under my pillow. And thankfully they're longer.
"Fine." I quickly snatched my pillow and took out the nightclothes. Hey I'd rather wear a light pink t-shirt and long pants with bunnies on them than wearing this in front of him. Unfortunately he had other ideas. He grabbed the items in my hand and held them way up high. Curse him for being taller than I.
"Give it back."
"How many times am I going to have to say this? No …N…O!" I sighed. I wasn't the kind of person to always result to violence but hey you got to do what you got to do. I kicked him in the, well spot. He grunted and fell over. Now I could get to my dresser. A point for me.
"That's ugh really not fair. I thought you went by the rules?" This kind of got to me. It took me a second to think of a response. A whole second!
"You know what fair means? I'll just go tell everybody that you actually like fairness and you've never actually been to juvie. I'm sure they'll love that." I had finished picking out my regular outfit when Duncan grabbed my ankle. He may be down on the ground but he has a strong grip.
"I only like it when it suits me. Now where do you think your going with those clothes?"
"To change. Duh."
"Why don't you just change in here?" I answered this with a kick in the shin to my good buddy. That was sarcasm, just so you know, in no way shape or form is Duncan my buddy.
I quickly hurried to the communal washrooms to change in peace.
I heard Courtney shrieking. Something about not getting dressed properly. Anyway it was loud enough to awake me from my nap on the table. I chuckled to myself as I noticed Duncan heading out after Courtney undetected. He is such a stalker.
I groaned listening to Chris yell at those two "lovebirds" to come back. I swear the only few good things here were that I might win one hundred thousand dollars and that there is a really cool guy here. Yeah, yeah I'm talking about Trent. It's just that no matter how much I try to be mean to him, I always end up sitting at the dock listening to him play on his guitar. I'm not head over heals in love or whatever you call it. Okay I am but Heather and her minions are always there to ruin a moment.
Like now for instance, I am sitting right next to Trent and he just smiled at me but Heather won't allow it. She's coming over right now to say something mean.
"Hi Gwen awake from your nap? I can tell you took a nap because you got some drool right on the side of your mouth." That bitch! Trying to embarrass me in front of Trent! Before I could say anything at all Trent pulled out a napkin.
"Here I'll get that for you." He's such a gentlemen! He even knows how to show up Heather while being nice. He quickly wiped the side of my mouth and patted my head.
"See just as beautiful as ever." I blushed and smirked at the same time. Heather's face was priceless. You could tell she actually wanted Trent and either she was having trouble digesting the food in her stomach or she thought it was disgusting he was with me or even the fact that she couldn't have him for herself, either way, her face showed of total disgust and shock.
"Why? Why do you choose her over me? I'm more beautiful, I have money, and I'm just the most popular one here? I swear by all that goes wrong in this world that if you don't stop pretending you like her my minions will come and make you."
"What do you mean stop pretending?"
"Oh please, if you could have every girl in the world, and by your looks I'm sure you could, or you could have that monster sitting next to you there is no doubt you'd choose all girls in the world. Especially the ones like me."
"Then why do I hang out with Gwen?"
"For her vote no duh." He was about to answer when Chris butted in.
"I see Duncan and Courtney have returned." All eyes turned to the door as Duncan walked in with Courtney over his shoulder. She had her arms crossed in a pout. I really can't blame her. She left to change and yet she still had on the tank top. I'm guessing Bridgette noticed it too.
"Courtney, why do you still have on the tank top?" Courtney was about to answer but Duncan covered her mouth.
"See Princess here just couldn't stand to see me upset so she only changed her Capri's. Just for me!" Courtney apparently disagreed with this answer because she bit his hand.
"Whatever ogre, that is not what happened. After I left, Duncan here wouldn't stop bugging me and he blocked me from changing so I made a deal to were I could change my shorts but I had to keep this shirt on." She looked rather disgusted as she said this.
"Alright well today's challenge is … wait Chef what is that? That jar in the trashcan? Is that my fictionator potion?" Chris had this shocked look on his face.
"Yeah I used it in the breakfast this morning." Replaced by a smirk the look of shock disappeared.
"Oh really? Well campers this will be your challenge for now. Answer me how many people ate the breakfast?" All hands rose to the air. Even if Chef cooked it, the meal had a different, I don't know, spice to it. I'm not much of a culinary type person but I knew something was different.
"I kind of only had half of mine. To busy pestering Princess." Duncan smirked and nudged "Princess."
"Ironic you call her princess, Duncan." I became as confused as Lindsay at a sci-fi convention. So did everyone else. A round of "what is that supposed to mean's" and "huh's" and of course a loud "What?" from Geoff passed through the air.
"Don't worry, you'll all find out what I mean by morning." Then he left just like that. Freaky.
So what do you think? P.S Flame Rising if you want to flame go ahead but could you please make it original. I've read that one you copy and paste a lot and I've been to your home page just trying to figure out how to become a better writer. It would really help if you could tell me whats wrong with this story so I could make it better. Please and thanks to those who review. Bye bye.