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Umm, for the first time ever, i made ze lovelay Poly-bot cry. :D
 
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A day after the Carmelita fandango, I was suspended for an entire month. I tried telling my mom about how Carmelita was a total b i t c h, but she wasn’t having it. See, the only people who are actually reasonable around here are Jess, Ed, David, and my sister, of course. That’s why I really don’t tell my mom about stuff like that. She can’t see things from my perspective very well. But being suspended for an entire month gave me a TON of advantages. Like I can go to the set of Gossip Girl with Jess and hang out with my new cast members. And helping the costume designer, Eric Daman, run errands. Also, doing fun stuff like going to fashion shows with Blake and Leighton. Things between me and David are kinda so-so. He’s busy with sports and schoolwork while I’m free as a bird for a month. But being suspended for “injuring” Carmelita Evangelista sure does suck. I have to apologize to her by writing her a letter, bringing her schoolwork to her house, and doing whatever school-related things she want me to. Arrg.
“So, how much trouble you’re in for injuring me?” she asks me one day, grinning.
“A month’s suspension,” I grumble.
“How about I make it two months, then if I can’t hear a thing you just said?” she says devilishly. I would like that, but my mother would immediately force me back home, and I wouldn’t want that. So I surrender. I hate that.
“I said,” I say louder, “I got a month’s suspension. And I’ve got to go. Bye.” I get up and leave her room. I rush back to the apartment and I grab my bag. Eric texted me asking me if I could go pick up some clothes from a store in SoHo. I rush out the house and flag a cab to the store, Blah. I dash into the store and ask for the clothes. Several minutes later, I rush back out with the clothes, this time taking the subway, due to the fact I didn’t have any twenties left. How lovely. When I get on the subway, someone stares deeply into my face. That face looked somewhat similar . . .
“Isn’t your name Anika?” the dude asks me. He looks about my size, and he is really gorgeous. He has caramel skin and no hair. But I keep that thought in the back of my head.
“And if it is, what?” I raise an eyebrow.
“You went to school with me.” Hmmm . . . Still not sure where he could’ve been from . .
“You hung out with Amanda and Kadijah at school. I went out with M’Kyah. Sebastien.”
“That name sounds familiar. But I really don’t know who you are. Truly. I’ve never seen you around.” I say, truthfully.
“Well, I think you will because I go to the same school as you now.” STALKER.
“How—”
“I just know.” He smiles. “So can I get your number then?” Is this dude trying to go where I think he is? Before I can think more reasonably, I am giving him my number and I’m getting off the subway with him. But we part when I say I have to go to the GG set. We say bye and I walk to the set. It’s filming and I don’t feel like taking a detour so I act as if I’m a normal person, walking by, and I make my way to the trailer where Eric is waiting for me.
“About time you came, I thought you were kidnapped or something,” he says, concerned. I grin and give him the stuff. “You really can have a job for a fashion magazine running errands, you’re speedy.”
“Really? And then I would have to work for someone who is two-times as horrible as Cruella De Vil? I might think about it.” I replie.

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“Next time you walk, keep your back straight!” Gretchen Samuels, my so-called, runway trainer shouts at me. I roll my eyes and straighten my back as the other New Faces snicker. I walk again, this time my back straightened. Are you happy now, Gretchen? I hope you are because I don’t want to hear your mouth again.
“Much better, darling, much better.” She says, clapping. I try not to smile or else she gets mad, so I bite down on my lip. I hear grunts from the girls and my confidence is higher.
“Okay girls! It’s time for all of you to practice your group walk, so come on here,” Gretchen calls. I walk back to the room behind the training runway; a runway consisted of several gymnastic mats. Gretchen turns on our ‘practice’ music. It’s “Supermodel” by RuPaul.
“FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT!”
The first girl in line is Gayle. She struts out there, stiff as ever, and Gretchen doesn’t say anything. Can’t blame her. When Gretchen yells at you, it’s quite loud. Louder than your 6th grade math teacher yelling at you, for sure. Next, Blair struts out there like the world revolves around her.
“Do what I told you to do, Blair!” Gretchen shouts. Jeesh, I don’t understand why we New Faces have a yeller for a runway coach.
Couldn’t we have Ms. J or something? At least he wouldn’t yell at us. It’s my turn and I put my hands in my pocket. I strut down there like I’m walking on the street and almost tumble. But I catch myself. Gretchen nods her head in approval. The next girl is Sarah, my best friend.
She walks out there almost like a cat on the runway, which is a good thing, because, after all, isn’t that what we’re supposed to do as models? Walk like cats on the CATwalk? She comes back smiling. Next up is Peyton, a girl I will never know about. She walks out there like a regular model and comes back. Lindsey, my 2nd bestie, walks out there like Gretchen told her how. Can’t blame her.
Who wants a woman waking you up at five in the morning to practice your walk? Amber, another girl who I hardly know about, walks out there like she is /almost/ gliding. It’s kinda weird. Amelia, a tomboy who is incredibly a bundle of fun, walks out there, like she’s really having fun. I grin. She comes back and Gretchen stops the music and calls us back out.
“Well, ladies, I have to say that with my harsh comments, you’re actually going somewhere. Good job. And practice is next month, so keep practicing at home. And if you aren’t, prepare for me to wake you up at five in the morning to practice, which I hope I won’t have to because, I need my rest. You can go now. Bye.” All the girls rush to get their things. I get my things and leave immediately. I walk outside to the chill fall air. I walk to the nearest subway station. Before I get there, I hear, “BETHANY! Wait UP!”
If this is Luke, God knows what will happen. Actually, it isn’t. The person puts a hand on my shoulder and I turn around. It is the ghost of my past. No actually, make that an omen of my past. Who knows what’s going to happen next?

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“You’ve only got fifteen more to go, Bethie, keep going,” Clive encourages me. I try not to look directly into his face or else I loose all of my concentration and have to start over. I lie back on the blue mat in the noisy gym and rise up. I really should’ve payed attention in Gym back in 6th grade. The gym teacher was demonstrating how to curl ups and I was socializing with my friends.
“Good job, you. You can stop, now.” I was done with my curl ups and went over fifteen. Yay me. I stop and lie back down on the mat, panting. I exhale a large breath and get up.
“So what am I doing next?” I ask, drinking my vitamin water.
“Treadmill,” he says. I roll my eyes in disgust. I hate treadmills. They really suck.
“No eye rolling. You have to do this or I’m fired. I’m pretty sure the trainer that would take over my place would be a pretty mean one. And I’m not mean at all.” He scolds me.
“Good point.” I smile and walk over to the treadmill.
“Set it for medium-increasing, please.” I set it for that and start jogging at a regular pace. Then the speed on the treadmill gains and so does my pace. I turn on my iTouch and start jamming when I hear someone calling me.
“Earth to BETHANY. Can’t you hear me? EARTH to—” Clive hollers. I whip my head around and I see him. I immediately stop the treadmill and my iTouch.
“EARTH to CLIVE, I CAN hear you.” I say back. His mouth starts to form a grin.
“Training’s over. You can go. And remember, next month you have to come back here. Alright?” he ruffles my hair.
“Bye.” I say as I walk out the gym with my things.

{Roleplay}
 
Hola!
-Bethany

A typical thing i would tell my mom. and that's true: i have a stalker named joel and he says disgusting things like that. Here are some quotes from him and me at gym yesterday.
 
Joel : "Oh, come on Anika, give me a chance."
Me : "Joel, I do not like you. Leave me
alone.
Him : "Give me a chance!"
Me : "I said NO. LEAVE ME ALONE."
Him : "PLEASE?"
Me : "NO. LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE."
Well, i didn't add the 'hell' part, but you understand. and he asks me things like, "What are you doing on Saturday?" and i'm like: "Nothing with you." But i'm going to answer his question tomorrow . . . . :))) && BTW, i was tagged by Mrs. Urie, so I tag her back and everyone else who looks at this set. You gotta use one item from this set. tee-hee.

Bethany Jones, 17.
Looks: Chanel Iman
Item: Anything Juicy Couture
The winner of {EMA}’s annual talent search recently, Bethany is one of the agency’s latest pride. Teen Vogue has named her as ‘one of the talents to watch’ and she’s been getting a lot of support from major fashion insiders and Elite+ models for her unique look and sense of style. But she’d better watch her back, as some NF girls are out to stab her in the back.
OPEN
 
By the time I tried to flag the 5th cab that passed by me, I was really aggravated. I tried everything from stopping in the middle of the street to hitting the cabs. I had somewhere to be and those ‘reliable’ cabs are supposed to bring you wherever you need to be. That changed until, someone appeared next to me.
“Need help?” the guy asked me. I whipped my head around and looked at him. He had sullen black eyes. His face almost looked somewhat familiar . . .
“Do you need help?” he asked me again.
“Uh—um, yah, I need help catching a cab to a photo shoot in The Bronx Zoo for um, um, Juicy Couture,” I stutter. Damn, I was being an idiot.
“What a coincidence,” he says. “I’m going down there too. I can share a cab with you, if that’s alright?”
“Oh, yu—sure, of course you can,” I say more confidently. The guy, known as Luke, steps in the middle of the street and waves both of his skinny arms at the cab driver. The driver honks like hell and finally gives up. Luke signals for me to come over. I hesitantly walk into the cab.
“To The Bronx Zoo please,” Luke says to the driver. He grunts. I sit back in the seat and start to fiddle with my Juicy Couture ice cream charm. It was a gift from me after I got my first big paycheck.
“So, who are you? I haven’t seen you around,” Luke asks me. By the way he was sitting and looking, I figured he was some male model who really didn’t want to know who I was. But there’s something called possibility, here.
“I’m Bethany. Bethany Jones. You’ve probably haven’t seen me around due to the fact I’m a Fresh Face.”
Luke’s eyes dart up to the roof of the cab and around it.
“I know you, now. You walked for Marc Jacobs back in October and I was one of the models there too. I’m surprised you didn’t recognize me.” What he was telling me started to register in my mind. Marc Jacobs show in October . . . a big fire in the dressing room
. . . cigarette ashes in my shoes. I am sitting next to the culprit that started the fire while I was getting ready to walk down the runway. I try to count to ten before I have to slap him in the head for starting that fire. Who does shit like that?
 
{My other two choices for characters if I don’t get this one are: Hailey Westwood &
Alyssa Mendlow.}

i made sure i spelled her name right. :D

i get it in sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday. (that isn't really true for me.)