Not As Perfect As It Seemed

by how to catch a moonbeam

Five girls. Three years. One room. There never was a clique. After waking up from a three-year-long coma, the PC finds out it was all just a dream. They're nothing more than five classmates who barely knew each other, linked together by a car-accident-induced coma and a silly dream. That "silly dream" was all they had, though, but is it enough to bond them together?

4. Chapter 4 (for real)

Hey! Here I am again.

Thanks so much to a person I don't remember the name of for pointing out that obvious error with my story. I'm not mad, I'm actually kind of glad. I don't want to get into trouble. :)

So I took down my clarification chapter.

Enjoy!

Chapter 3- Starbucks Café in Westchester, NY

Dylan Marvil chugged her strawberries and crème frappuchino as she followed her famous mom, Merri-Lee Marvil, to the RV.

"Mom," Jamie whines, "why do we need a tour bus?"

"Ugh, Jaim," Ryan snaps, "it's a recreational vehicle that we just happen to be using while we travel cross-country to be filmed in exotic locations!"

Of course, the cameraman captures it all.

Dylan turns around to the camera, rolls her eyes, and mouths the word sisters.

Sitting on the screened-in porch added to the back of the RV, Dylan has a totally set up conversation with a "fan" that looks like Selena Gomez in a blond wig and a super-tacky sweater.

"Oh my goodneth, are you Dylan Marvil from Marvilouth Marvilths?" the Selena look-alike asks.

Dylan stifles a giggle, and almost spills her drink on her new $625 Dolce and Gabbanna stretch gray denim jeans and $69.50 Miss Sixty Malon pullover she layered over her $19.50 purple dELIA*s Riley spring slub tank.

"Um, yeah…" Dylan answered.

"Yay! I'm seriouthly your biggetht fan!" the girl squealed.

"Oh, okay, cool." Dylan muttered as she shoveled in her warm blueberry muffin.

"Anywayth, I'm Dethtiny, and I need to interview you for Theventeen."

"But…" Dylan stammered, looking for an excuse, "I'm not seventeen yet. I'm only…"

"I know," Destiny jumped in. "But my both thais tho. "

"Oh." Dylan responded.

"Tho, can I get a picthure?" Destiny asked.

"'Kay, hold on," Dylan said, running a brush through her hair, then flatironing it and brushing it again.

"Thay cheethe!" Destiny said in a singsong voice.

"No, wait!" Dylan cried, shielding her pimply face and brush with her crumb-coated fingers.

The flash went off.

So? You like it so far?

Anyways, if you like this, you'll love my story London, Here I Come! It's not really good yet, because I need a few OC's, and they're due by August 5th! But once it gets going, I can guarantee you'll love it.

And, yes, everything happening as a PC member is during the coma. Just at the time, they think that it's their lives, so in a way, no. It helps to just focus on the story! :)

The two fifteen-year-olds are taken! But I will use every character I get, until the deadline.

Until later today, people!