Hold the pitchforks don't kill me now! Two reasons for which I haven't yet updated this:

Total writers block, Do I skip the whole summer? Do I write this supper detailed? I sick of this I'm rewriting the whole chapter form scratch…

-I've been in no-stop pain for three weeks. One day I had to go to a friend's house to do a statistics assignment and my right ear was pounding and it hurt so bad that if I tried to take a deep breath I'd start crying. The next day I went to the doctor they gave some medicine and sent me home, by Easter Sunday my other ear started to hurt so I went to the ENT and he gave me some eardrops and told me to shower with earplugs and now my right ear is hurting again.

Now I feel bad for such a small update but I have two tests this week and there's a national holiday Wednesday so I'll try to update again really soon.

"This is very simple. Can you read?" the lady conducting the audition asked.

"No. I'm starting first grade this fall…" Ellen replied shyly.

"Okay. Then I'll just read a few random sentences the cartoon says and you say them back to me." Usually they wouldn't have been this patient but with a child that small (in most Disney movies the kids' voices are usually done by kids from the ages of 10 to 13) and their desperation they would have painted her fingernails if they had to.

"Oh mom! Can't I play outside just for another ten minutes?"

"Oh mom! Can't I play outside just for another ten minutes?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Yea right; it's not like the guy owns his weight in fan letters…"

"Yea right; it's not like the guy owns his weight in fan letters…"

"I don't like those; they're too tight and hurt my ankles."

I don't like those; they're too tight and hurt my ankles."

Each sentence had a different emotion given to it so it would give an idea of what the kid was capable of to the lady and those other two guys sitting in next to her; the first one was a plead, the second an interrogation and a confusion, the third sarcasm, and last but not least the fourth was just a simple statement.

"How did she do?" Meredith had been waiting outside the room by Ellen's insistence.

"She's perfect for the role; we have another audition and if she gets chosen for it we'll be calling you."

Just as Meredith was turning on the rental car's engine her phone ringed.

"Mommy's phone."

"Hi, can you hand the phone to your mommy I need to talk to her." she did as she was told.

"Hello?"

"Hi Miss Grey I mean Mrs. Shepred; this is Linda from the audition; the kid we just auditioned was awful so I have really good news: Ellen got the job. Can you come back to the studio and pick up a script? I wouldn't allow that but we're closing in on the deadline and we need Ellen to memorize the lines so it will be easier tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning? She's starting that soon?"

"Can you make it?"

"I think so…"

"Then be here by 9 in the morning, the copy of script we're giving you only has her lines and we'd like for you to sign a form keeping you or any members of your family to reveal anything from the movie. It must stay top secret until its release in September."

"Okay. We're still in the parking lot…"

"Oh that's right I can see from my window."
After they were done with that, all that was left to do was to call Derek and tell him to fly with the twins to the studio from New York.

Review please… pwease… *pouts*.