My newest fanfic (: Please review! I like hearing what you have to think. If you enjoy my writing I have a Hugo fanfic called Happy Birthday. Credit to Super 8, and Ryan Lee and Gabe Basso, who reacted well after I tweeted them asking about a basic interest in my idea(:
CHAPTER ONE Emily's POV
Walking out of school, in late May, the sun was beating down on the sidewalk. I was finally free. It was summer vacation, and now I have all the time in the world to hang out with Charles and make a movie with Joe, Cary, Martin and Preston. I love doing the lighting. Having complete control of what the audience could and couldn't see. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my name. "Em! Hey Em, wait up!" Joe called, walking up behind me. I turned around and grinned at him. He was one of my best friends. Untill his mom died, she and my mom had been best friends, since before me and Joe were even born.
"God, it feels great to get out of that hell-hole." Joe sighed. I nodded my head in agreement. The teachers were crazy, the students were rude, but getting to see my friends everyday was a plus.
"Oh my god. That was the longest day ever. Here." Charles came out of no where, standing between Joe and I. He handied us both scripts. I took mine steadily, almost cautiously. "I thought we already had scripts. What is this?"
"New scene. Check it out." I saw Joe flipping through it out of the corner of my eye. I however didn't want to look at it. It had been fine the way it was.
"Detective Hathaway has a wife now?" Joe asked. I slowed my walking pace. Why would he need a wife? Martin had enough trouble even getting his lines memorized. Now he need another person to feed off of?
"I don't know. I think it might make for a better movie. I need a better story line and production value." Charles answered.
"Hey! Guys!" Cary ran over to us. "Hey guys. Martin barfed all over his locker today. It was the grossest one yet!" He exclaimed.
"Oh my god! Shut up!" Charles told Cary. I cracked up. Martin had a tendency to spill his cookies at just about anything. It's gross don't get me wrong, but hysterical none the less.
"So, who's gonna play the wife? Your sister?" Joe asked.
"No way. I told you what she did with my top hat."
"What wife?" Cary asked, obviously lost.
"Alice Dainard." Charles said, and I noticed Joe freeze for a second, before running after us. We walked to the candy store across the street and up to the gumball machine.
"I was returning that book on codes and cyphers. She was in the silent reading section, and I asked her if she'd play Hathaway's wife." Charles told us, collecting the deposited blue gumball.
"Wait. You talked to Alice Dainard, really?" Joe asked, smiling a little.
"You're not supposed to talk at all in the silent reading section. It's for silent reading." Cary teased.
"Shut up. She said yes. We're filming tonight, and she's driving."
"Driving?" Joe asked, excited.
"Driving where?" I protested, following them into the shop.
