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Disclaimer: I do not own Sonny with a Chance or any of its characters. All belongs to Disney Channel.

After about 15 minutes of coming up with ideas, (Us being food, us tasting disgusting food.) I figured I should get eat before I eat my notebook. I walked to the prop house to ask if anyone wanted everything. It was just Sonny. "Hey Sonny. I'm hungry. I'm going to the cafeteria to get something. A/N: Don't they call the cafeteria something else? Idk. Want something?"

"No thanks Zora." Her voice sounded as if she was cloudy, not sunny. I hate seeing my co-stars sad.

"You okay?" I asked. She opened her mouth to speak, but she hesitated. "Sonny, I may be young, but you can tell me. I'll probably understand. So what's up?" I tried to sound convincing.

"Well….. The thing is, you won't understand. Didn't you say you were hungry?" Why must she be so stubborn?

"Sonny, the cafeteria won't go anywhere. Eating can wait. So…." I waited. I wasn't really known as a patient person, but I had to if I wanted to help Sonny. As she was about to tell me, I looked around the room. The bee's antennae Sonny used her first sketch, the tiara Tawni was using for the "Secret Prom". The slide, my sarcophagus, and Nico's bandanna he used in the Gassie sketch. I looked around at the so many things we think are important to us, but everyone else think is just stupid, like Chad Dylan Cooper. Eww…makes me sick to think of his name. No one understood why these things are important to us, except for us. God, I love this place. "So Sonny?"

"Okay. Today I had to improvise during the sketch because I messed up my lines?" I nodded. She was supposed to say 'Which one of these dancers can dance the Cha-Cha P?' But, instead, she said 'Which one of these dancers can dance the Cha-Cha Slide- uhh while I drink this whole glass of watery water?' But, she did it well. "Well," she continued, "I have been doing really crappy lately, and I'm not sure if I want to do this anymore." Sonny? Quitting? I had to reason her out of this.

"Sonny, listen to me. You are a great comedian. You can't quit. This is your 5th month. You cannot quit now! Grady, Nico, and I have been through this. Don't ask Tawni, 'because she'll deny it. You know how Tawni can be. But you can't quit now. Marshall would've talked to you if it ever came down to the point where you would need to quit. So are you going to quit?" She opened her mouth to answer, and then, none other than Chad Dylan Cooper (Ew) came in.

"Sonny. I have a bone to pick with you. You left your blonde wig on the Mackenzie Falls café table. Here." He threw it at her. He was wearing his usual Mackenzie Falls suit. It hit her in the face.

"Chad, not now." Her voice sounded if she was going to cry. I saw the tears flooding in her eyes. She sneezed. Probably fake, but she did that to wipe away her tears.

"Oh Sonny." Chad was saying. He was sounding…sympathetic? This was pathetic. A/N: Ha-ha. That rhymed. Back to the story. "I'm sorry you're feeling down." He was walking over and knelt down beside her on the couch. Opening his arms to her. "Do you need a hug?" She nodded, Wow, she really was down, to accept a hug from CDC. (Ugh.) He was about to hug her, then he said "Psych!" He was walking out, but I couldn't take it. He was such a loser, thinking he was better than us. I exploded.

"What the hell Chad?!?!" Whoa. Was I really saying this? I should have left it alone. But then, he turned around. He looked surprised, so did Sonny. I had to continue. "You see she's freakin' hurt right now, and all you do is tricking her into thinking you care? I know we may be enemies, but come on, at least show a little respect. Now I'd appreciate if you left and go back to "The Falls". I did air quotes. He turned around, looking like he felt sorry, and left. I then turned back to Sonny. She looked shocked. "I'm sorry Sonny. I just hate it when he does that. Him and the Falls always think they are better than us. Just because they are "real actors". I did more air quotes.

"Please." Sonny said. She seemed better. "They may be actors, but at least we're smart enough to do things without a script. They aren't smart like us." We started laughing. "Thanks Zora. I could've stood up to him myself, but I was so down. I didn't know you had such a mouth." She laughed. "How can I make it up to you?"

"Well, Marshall told me I could write a script for next week's show. Since I'm turning 12 in a month, he wants me to try to write one. I came up with some ideas, but I wasn't sure if they were good enough." I showed her my notebook. She read all 16 ideas I had. She laughed at some of them.

"Ha-ha. I like this one." She showed me the one about us being pieces of clothing.

"Yeah, but I wasn't sure about that. I mean, I was thinking we would be pieces of clothing in the washer, and about how we are stuck in there, but I didn't think that was funny." She was reading the rest of my ideas.

"Well…it's not a bad idea. What about this one? 'Girl who is a spy faces high school', she read aloud.

"I think that sounds too much like Hannah Montana. Grrr… I'll never find an idea in time."I said. I felt so pressured. How did the others do it?

"Zora, don't lose hope. You'll make one." She said. I wasn't sure.

"How do you do it? That bee sketch was genius." Grr… technology, I'm good at. But, when it comes to writing, thumbs down.

"Well, I just use events from reality and turn it over to the show. Remember 'The Wicked Witch of the Web' sketch? Sharona inspired that." She wasn't convincing me.

"Hold on." I said, trying to change the subject of my failure. "You never answered my question. Are you going to quit So Random! ?" She didn't even hesitate.

"Of course not. Why would I quit? An 11-year-old stood up to Chad Dylan Cooper when she could've been in love with him. I am not leaving a young, but awesome, friend like that behind." She gave me a big hug. I couldn't breathe,

"Uhh. Sonny? You're kind of squishing me."

"Oh. Sorry. Okay. It's been an hour and you haven't eaten. Want to get something to eat?"

"Sure. After I got to finish my robot for my collection."

"Okay. Well… count me out. I have to do my geometry homework. Ms. Bitterman." We both shivered.