You wake up, it's raining and it's Monday
Looks like one of those rough days
Time's up, you're late again, so get out the door

Teen star Sonny Munroe impatiently tapped her long, red nails against the polished oak wood of the table. Her chin was cupped in her left hand, which rested on the table next to her restless fingers. Another sigh escaped her pink-painted lips.

Her large, brown eyes shifted over to the clock, noting that another minute had passed and she still had no clue why she was there. Outside, the rain came down in sheets, pounding angrily against the window. The large, grey clouds loomed overhead making the day seem much later than 11:34.

In an attempt to keep herself sane, Sonny pushed the chair away from the desk and leisurely made her way over to the window. She rested her head against it, shivering at the contrasting cold of the glass and the warm room. Her dark curls fell over her shoulder and she couldn't help but notice how the color had progressively gotten darker over last two years. At one point in time it was a light, warm honey color. Now, it was so dark it nearly looked black. She also observed how much tanner her skin was. When she first came to So Random! her skin was almost ghostly pale. But, as she spent more time on sunny Californian beaches that paleness turned to a light tan, which then got darker and darker until she acquired the color she was now accustomed to.

The click of the door opening pulled her away from her thoughts. She was quickly reminded that she should be furious with the intruder. Peter had ungraciously asked her to get up early on a rainy Monday (her day off no less) after which she was forced to wait for over an hour by herself in a stuffy room with no clue as to why she was there.

Huffing her disapproval, Sonny turned on her heel, her hair flying out behind her, with a full-on pout already on her face. Without even looking up at the person, she stalked back over to her seat. Once she was fully settled in her chair, she turned her face slightly upward to gaze at the person standing by the door.

"Yes?" Was her one syllable question to this mysterious meeting. Her right brow arched up as she continued to glare at the shaking girl by the door.

"Um- Miss Munroe, s-so-sorry to keep you waiting . . . but, um, Mr Trainer had a previous engagement with Mr Efron." The girl stuttered. Her eyes kept flying around the room, never landing on a place for more than a few seconds. While she was babbling about 'how sorry Mr Trainer (whoever the hell that was) was for keeping her waiting' Sonny allowed her gaze to travel up and down the girl's body. Right away she noticed the Bargain Hut worthy shoes, the ones that were never in style and she couldn't understand why anyone would willingly wear them in public. Next, Sonny caught sight of the girl's brown tights, which clashed horribly with her black shoes, and had a run that ran up from her knee and disappeared into the girls red skirt. As her gaze traveled up, Sonny had to keep herself from visibly wincing at the cheap material of her hot pink sweater. To top off the outfit, she wore a bright orange scarf around her neck. Sonny knew immediately that she didn't like this girl.

"So, that's why he's sorry." She finished. Sonny blinked back to reality.

"Right," She said, once again pushing away from the table. She bent down to grab her purse. "So, I guess I'll be going then."

"Oh, no! Mr Trainer will be in shortly. Please just-" But before she could say anything more, the door burst open, hitting the poorly dressed girl in the back. She let out a tiny squeak before fleeing from the room. Sonny hardly acknowledged the girls departure. She was distracted with the tall, slim, dark haired man blocking the doorway.

"Miss Munroe," He said, his voice smooth and deep. He bowed his head in greeting before taking seat across the table from her.

"You must be 'Mr Trainer'?" Sonny smirked, pointing her finger at him. Trainer gave her a strained smile.

"Yes. I apologize for keeping you for so long. There was a . . . problem with Mr Efron." Sonny nodded slowly as she sank back into the chair, her smirk still firmly in place. She finally remembered who Mr Trainer was. He was the producer of So Random!. Obviously he wanted to praise her for her success on the show. As far as she knew, she was the only cast member to ever meet with him. Marshall had never even met face to face with him. This must be important.

"Of course. Don't worry about it. Now, what was it you needed to meet with me for?" She placed a fake sweet smile on her face, waiting excited for him to tell her that the department had decided to give her her own show. Trainer reached into his brief case and pulled out shiny, thin packet.

"Recognize this?" He asked, throwing the packet down on the table in front of her. Sonny's smile faded as her heart dropped to her stomach. The packet, was not in fact a packet, but a magazine. With a picture of her on the front. Usually, Sonny would be ecstatic that she had made the front cover, but it was the words that discouraged her.

Beloved Star of Teen Comedy, Sonny Munroe, Has Become the Latest Hollywood Party Girl
Following the lead of Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, and Paris Hilton, the lovable Sonny Munroe has started down the path of becoming a Hollywood party girl. Seen just last week at a strictly over-21 club, Sonny was reportedly dancing on tables and drinking from an unknown sources' cup. She was said to have left with an older man after 1 am. Is it possible that Sonny's fame has gone to her head, and she's forgotten that she's only 17?

"Well, at least it said I was lovable . . ." Sonny said, looking shyly up at Trainer's angry stare. He scoffed rudely. "Besides," She said, tossing the trashy magazine back to him, "They totally got their information wrong. I was drinking water from Tawni's water bottle, and I left with my security guard." Trainer leaned across the table, his face hovering over hers.

"It doesn't matter Miss Munroe. What matters is the public's opinion. And right now the public thinks you're an out-of-control, under-aged, partier." He slowly leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms across his broad chest. "Now, it's my job to fix problems like these. And, if you want to keep your job, then I suggest you find some way to fix this." Sonny's mouth dropped open half from shock, half from embarrassment. "Are we clear?" She nodded blankly. Trainer smiled at her. "Good. Then we're done here." With that, the man turned and left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Shit."

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