7:42 p.m. (Lil's view)
I'm still in shock over today. Tommy ran off. Stupid mental director made Fred,Tommy's understudy, do the kiss scene AND the saving-Chuckie's-life scene. Meanwhile, he was (get this!) sleeping. I was bored, so I color-coded my wardrobe, cleaned all my jewelry, and washed my windows. I was just about to collapse into my warm, inviting, unmade bed when the phone rang. "Hello?"
"Lil! I'm glad you picked up. I got some news for you!"
"What is it, Kimi? Did you finally walk out on Phil?"
"No."
"OK, then what is it?"
"Phil said that Chuckie said that Angelica said that Tommy said that..."
"WHAT?"
"Olivia's getting fired."
"Why? She didn't really do anything."
"That's what you think."
She hung up. I figured out that I was to meet with the rest of the gang tomorrow at 10:15 sharp to help give logical reasons for why Olivia should be fired. Pretty darn hard thing to do, since I don't even know what she did. I knocked on Tommy's door.
"Oh, there you are, Lil."
"So what'd Olivia do?"
"I can't even begin to list her offenses."
But he did. I listened intently as he poured out what Olivia had REALLY been doing on her frequent visits to Tommy's trailer. This was truly dirt on Olivia. We could really use this. My eyes became like red stones, set in place, wide, coming up with the plan. Oh yeah. This is gonna work.
a/n: Crappy cliffhanger, but I'm still learning. Wooooo.
