The Untitled Franky Project
Wow! The 2nd chapter! Now to answer those reviews! ;) :) :O) :0)
KK: you have to have reviewers to have reviews dipstick.
Blerrrr...
Disclaimer: the school said that since were done reading it I don't get to have that copy of the lion the witch and the wardrobe anymore…
Chapter one: the untitled beginning of the story project
The sun was just barely rising over the bland little city one vary early morning in July, when in the house of fosters, a vary big mansion whose sole purpose was for the many abandoned Imaginary Friends, Franky went to get her 1st breakfast, the one she eats when no one else is around, when she realized the breakfast cupboard was empty and small, unlike this sentence. She sighed. Would she ever win? "No time to think of that now…" she thought "I need to go!" and so she ran into the main foyer, where Mr. Harriman had just finished his early morning room cleaning. "Hey Mr. H., were out of cereal, I'm going to go get some." She told him. He huffed.
"See too it that it is done quickly, Miss Francis, you will need to get back by seven. Now, now, stop wasting time! You need to hurry! Out you go, then!" and with that he literally shoved Franky out the door.
"Jesse.." she mumbled as the started the bus. She looked behind her to see if anyone was coming, and slowly backed out of the drive way. "why is he always so quick to shove me out the door?" she then snapped back into reality, and hit the breaks just in time to avoid a collision with a dog that had some how gotten away from it's master.
A 12-year-old little boy with raggedy sneakers and dirt all over him came out and put the dog back on the leash . then two little kids came out and they all started talking, right in the middle of the road. She honked the horn, and the two little kids nearly jumped out of there skin, the dog ran away, taking the boy with him, then the little kids fallowed screaming "wait for us, Maniac!" Franky drove on until she got to the store. She hopped out of the bus and looked around. Everything was grey, and even the molti-colored, eighties lookin' bus seemed gloomy, as well as misplaced.
"Rii-iight… " she started "cereal… almost forgot," and walked into the store. After she got roughly two hounded boxes of cereal, she was stuck in line behind an old lady, and this was the clerks first day, then she couldn't find her wallet, then finally did, and in the end all this took roughly 40 minutes. She had to step on it. She was reaching for the door of the bus when she noticed there was a man standing next to her.
"You need somthin' buddy?" she asked rudely, getting more and more irritated every second.
"Yes, yes I do! I'm Ber- Bobby Bernstein! Yeah… Bobby Bernstein… uh… perhaps you've heard of me?" Franky squinted.
"Weren't you on America's most wanted?"
"Well Townsville's most wanted actually but yo- uh… No! No! No, I uh… wasn't… I'm a director! A big time director! And I was just out looking for a beautiful red headed lady to play Sandra in my new movie, 'Feathers in the Wind' and I think I just found found her!"
"You're kidding right? I'm on candid camera or gotcha' or… or something! Where's the camera? Come on! You're wasting my time! No one wants me to be in a movie!"
"On the contrary, my dear, because I do!"
"Oh my gosh! Wow! I never thought I'd see the day where- oh my gosh!"
"Here, when you're done stammerin' and decide to be in my movie call me on this number," Bobby said, handing Franky a card.
"Ber bobby Bernstein Director 874-911-0000" she read aloud. "Wow… 'Franky Foster: Movie star'!"
And that's how I made my first mistake in this whole ordeal.