As Seen On TV By HamClover

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I'm very sorry for the delay, peoples, but school is a living hell as usual and some total bull crap has happened in the past few days or so, and I currently am experiencing a pounding headache, so please excuse this very short chapter. I just really need this ficcy updated so it'd stay near the top for all the happy boys and girls to see and I just needed to stop thinking about this fic and start working on homework. Whew. Long sentences there. Okay, so here is chapter eight...is it? Yeah. I'm sorry, Homecoming is in less than a week and I still don't have a dress and I didn't make the effing' play and my head hurts really, really bad. Sooo, aside from all my lame excuses, here you go. And like I said before, this is going to be a horribly, sickeningly, dastardly, inexcusably, short chapter, I'm sorry to say.

Chapter Eight .:The Hitcher:.

"I just can't get any lower than this," Sparkle muttered to herself. She was pretty PO'd. Standing by the road, she had her thumb waving around whenever a car would pass by. So far, being a famous person and trying to hitchhike was not going as planned.

"Dammit," She shouted to the passing cars.

She had nothing. She had scrambled out of that diner as fast as she her legs could take her, and totally forgot where the motel was. Worst of all, she still had a nice warm (but still ghetto) bath waiting for her, and her cell phone was there.

"Perfect," Sparkle cried to herself, stomping her feet on the ground, creating a puff of dust. "I'm no good at this hitchhiking crap!" A car sped by, honking its' horn at her.

She wanted to cry. She really did. She had been holding all these emotions in her for so long. But she held it. She held her emotions so much, it made her head hurt. (A/N- Ugh, this sentence was basically made for me right now. I didn't make the play, I held my anger and sadness till' I got home, thus this hell of a headache, okay, back to the story)

But she held it in. She had to. She only had six days left anyways.

So, with a newly renewed strength, Sparkle put her game face on and continued pointing her thumb out.

And just as she did so, a bright red sports car pulled over. Sparkle face lit up. The car's window went down, and music blaring, Sparkle's eyes met with the hottest guy she had ever seen.

"Hey, need a ride babe?"