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Sonny with a Chance of an Epic Story
Chapter FOUR "Falling"
CDC POV
No one should have to endure this.
It was hot and crowded. This was probably because our classes were held in a portable building with every single teenager who worked at IMA studios. This was another one of the studios ideas to save money and increase productivity. They hoped that us being clumped together in a classroom (where I am suffocating from the stench of the sweaty Teen Gladiators *gag*) will "strengthen our friendships and destroy all traces of contention".
Pffff!!! Yeah, right. If anything, it makes me hate these people even more than I already did.
Ugh…so hot…so tired…so annoyed…
I turned to the person sitting next to me, who just happened to be the Barbie-wannabe from Chuckle City.
"Will Mrs. Bitterman ever shut up?" I whispered/complained.
"Her name is Miss Bitterman" she replied out of the corner of her mouth.
"Hah! Figures…" I mumbled.
The combination of her droning voice, the heat, and my erratic sleeping schedule made it a nearly impossible task to stay awake. I was starting to lose consciousness fast.
My head slid down onto my desk and I fell asleep. It wasn't long though before I snapped awake from the sound of a closing door.
"Miss Munroe, is there a reason for your blatant tardiness?" Miss Bitterman's nasally voice carried from the front of the room. I think they have surgeries for that.
Sonny chiggled. Hmm... I'm starting to like that word…
"Well, my…friend from Wisconsin came to visit me," she explained. She had a smile on her face that screamed"I'M NOT TELLING THE WHOLE STORY!!!!" What did she mean by "friend"?
"Miss Munroe, this is going on your record. Do NOT let it happen again, or your parents and director WILL be notified," Miss Bitterman warned.
Sonny took the last remaining seat on the other side of Blondie, and the lesson went back into full swing. This time, however, I wasn't tired at all.
The Blonde girl leaned over to Sonny.
"Okay. You're hiding something"
Huh. Maybe she's not that unperceptive after all.
Sonny grinned.
"I think I'm in love"
Because of the shape of the room, I could hear Sonny from where she sat as well as if she had been whispering in my ear, though I would prefer the latter so much more.
Wait. In love with WHO?
Blondie leaned towards Sonny even more.
"Tell. Me. EVERYTHING!!"
I tilted my body closer to the whispering girls.
Sonny gave a content sigh.
"Back in Wisconsin, I had a boyfriend for about a year and a half-"
It felt like someone just kicked me in the gut. Not that I knew what that felt like, because no one would ever want to kick Chad Dylan Cooper in the gut. Or at all, for that matter. But still, it hurt. Wait, I identified a key word, "had". THERE'S HOPE!!!! I leaned in more.
"but I had to leave him when Hollywood came calling. He knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I left, and we kept going out through letters, email, and texting. So he came to visit me for a while. Today is our two-year anniversary!!" she silently clapped her hands.
Crud. Well, there goes my "had" theory. I guess I shouldn't be so surprised. I mean, who WOULDN'T want to go out with Sonny?
Blondie still wasn't satisfied.
"What's his name?" she asked eagerly.
I had to hear this so I could track this guy down. Maybe Portlyn wasn't the only one who needed to mysteriously disappear… I angled myself even nearer.
"Brad Ruper" she sighed, and began to doodle little hearts on her notebook.
Oh. My. Gosh. What a Chad Dylan Cooper-wannabe!!! Chad Cooper? Brad Ruper?
Hah! He wishes!
"And you think you love him?" Blondie pried.
Sonny thought for a moment. I leaned in very close.
"Yes" she replied.
I fell. But I like to think of it as the chair was ashamed of its plainness in comparison to me and so it left; the ground found me quite attractive in contrast.
I thought quickly. 'Tis better to blame someone who you don't know then for people to think that it was you.
I pointed to the kid sitting behind me.
"Dude! Pulling the chair out from under people is so not cool!"
Miss Bitterman's head snapped in our direction.
"Mr. Michaels, get out of my classroom. NOW!"
The kid stood up, gave me a black stare, and stomped out of the classroom.
Nice thinking, Chad. I give that a nine point eight out of ten.
I finally decided to focus on the lesson to get my mind of Braden, Brian… Brad, that was it. Thinking about him would just give me anger and worry lines, and those just ruin smooth skin.
The lesson was on Geometry. Hmm, I am pretty good at that.
Miss Bitterman was trying to teach us about indirect proofs, but no one was paying attention. These people are lucky to have had private tutors on this stuff three years ago… wait. Sonny wasn't here three years ago…
I glanced over at her. She was focused on the board and looking hopelessly lost. She was scribbling notes down as quickly as she could in her notebook, but it didn't look like it made sense to her.
A grin started to slowly spread across my flawless face.
If I played my cards right, and Chad Dylan Cooper always played his cards right, then the plan that slowly started to form inside my head might actually work. It included math, cameras, and a lot of psychology.
