I'm now the most depressed person in the world. I've just watched the saddest and most depressing movie in the history of movies. The characters just keep haunting me. I need to write to get them off my mind. The movie was awesome though. The kind that really makes you feel their pain. Well anyways…
Do you know Sonny Munroe, Chad Dylan Cooper?
Stupid dumb thing stupid dumb Mr. Condor added to our studio. I mean I'm Chad Dylan Cooper, why do I need to know anyone else in the studio? So long as I know their characters, it's fine! Well, duh you wouldn't understand now!
*Flashback*
"Everybody! I have ordered a pile of quizzes about every single one of you to be made. I have decided that you, my moneymakers, are not making enough money for me! My observations are that you aren't working together, or even know each other well." The Condor bellowed in a way that made everyone jump."AND that's why each and every one of you would be doing a quiz about someone else in this studio, yes, he or she could be on a different set!"
Everyone gasped and looked around worriedly at ¾ of the people they don't know at all.
"You would however have associated with them or would associate with them so it wouldn't be too unfair. Like Penelope, point to Grady and tell me his favorite cheese!"
Penelope hesitated and slowly pointed at the blonde comedian. "Cheddar?" She says uncertainly.
"Yes, Penelope. That's how it works." Mr. Condor stared at all of the actors an actresses and raised his eyebrows, "Get it? The quiz on another person would be sent to you tomorrow morning on your email. Print it out or do it on the computer. Then hand it in to Freddy, my new quiz marker." Freddy smiled toothily.
"Quiz marker?" Sonny whispered while Chad stared at her.
Chad's POV
I have to check out who I'm doing a quiz on. It's important. What happens if I have to do a quiz on someone to Taco? Wait, or was it Tico? Anyways, I just hope it's Sonn—I mean SOMEone I know. Well. Like Sonn—Trevor.
My laptop was switched on, and my perfect face stared back at me. Whoa, I'm hot. If only Sonny thought that. I mean. Whatever. Sonny overload!
"Ding Ding! Chad Mail. Boss. Mr. Condor." My Chadtop spoke while I checked my Chadmail.
(A/N Italics-the Chadmail. Normal and in parenthesis-Chad thinking)
To: ...com
From:
Mr. Cooper,
I am pleased (I know you're really not, boss man) to inform you that (THAT? THAT WHAT?) you would be doing the quiz about a studio mate on (ON? Scrolling. Scrolling. I know he inserted all those enters on purpose. Evil man.)
Ms. Allison "Sonny" Munroe
End of letter. Enjoy Mr. Cooper.
P.S. Congratulations. You have the longest email address.
Ms. Allison Sonny Munroe. Out of all people. Allison. Sonny. Munroe. Sonny.
I'm the luckiest guy on earth.
Sonny's POV
Great. My email is beeping, or rather MOO-ING. It must be Mr. Condor with our quiz mates. Dang it.
I switched on my computer to reveal a row of all my friends in Wisconsin when I went back this summer. Ooh.. I look good in that sparkly blue shirt. Like Chad's sparkly blue eyes…No wrong! Like the sky. There.
I clicked on my email.
To: .com
From:
Ms. Munroe,
I am pleased to inform you that you would be doing the quiz about a studio mate on
Mr. Chad Dylan Cooper
End of letter. Enjoy Ms. Munroe
P.S. Congratulations! You're studio quiz mate has the longest email address.
Mr Chad Dylan Cooper. Out of all people. Chad. Dylan. Cooper. Chad.
Why me?
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- Andi