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Ok here is an exclusive expert form a story of mine. I shall post no more than this chapter" here it is:
Note: all of this is currently untitled and anyone who can give me a title will make me happy


1. Guest


“Suzie, Come down and meet our guest.” Mum called from the foot of the stairs.

“No!” I replied. I was not going down there it’s bad enough that and this guest was not going away for a long time. Nine months to be exact. And I’ll spend every second of it hiding under my rock. Figuratively speaking (of course)

I know I sound rude, some might say I’m mad for wanting to act like this. I bet most of the female population would kill to be in my shoes. Well I’d kill to get out of mine. I should explain who I’m talking about before I get too carried away with complaints. How should I begin?

Well it started a few months ago when mum got a call. This call was from one of her talent agent friends (mum used to work as an talent agent but gave it up due to stress.) and she wanted one of her best clients to stay with mum because she feared he (the client)was getting way too caught up in fame and needs to stop acting so arrogant. To think one phone call could destroy my calm. I should tell you who this client is. His name is Raymond. Raymond Hill. Now before you get all excited I should say they I am one of the few people who don’t like this guy. Since I get an ex- talent agent for a mum she tells me all about what the celebrities are really like. I’ve heard lots of stuff about Raymond and. It used to be good and I got sick of hearing it (well you would too) then he changed. He became an arrogant guy. The only thing that stopped him from being exposed was his agent (mum’s friend). So now here he is.

“SUZIE, COME NOW!” Mum’s getting angry. Not the best thing to greet a guest with. I took a deep breath and went down the stairs then found myself falling. 


“SUZIE!” I heard my mum’s voice. It no longer sounded angry but concerned. 

“What?” I was annoyed because she sounded so worried. I just tripped for crying out loud.

“Are you Ok?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me. I just tripped.”- They looked shocked-“Didn’t I?” What was going on?

“You did more than trip sweetie. You broke your leg.”

I then noticed a sharp pain in my right leg. Oh fabulous. That means I’m trapped inside my house for six weeks or longer.

“Ok let’s get you outta here. Here are your crutches.” Mum handed me the crutches slowly like my head got messed up too along with my leg.

I noticed a figure in the corner of the room. It took me a while to realise it was Raymond with the black wig which covered his blonde hair. He looked mad, like I’d killed his friend. He should look sympathetic not murderously angry. If anyone had the right to look grouchy it was me. After all I was the one with the broken leg. I hobbled along on the crutches. How do people even use these things? I looked at the clock it was 3. I must have been out for a few hours. I heard someone grumble. Three guesses who. Raymond still looked irritated. What did I do to him? He doesn’t know me. This calls for revenge. I know it doesn’t do any good but this guy needs a taste of his own medicine. As I hobbled to the car, I plotted.


Three days later…


I can’t take one more second of this. Raymond’s complaints are worse than dangling over a vat of acid with a rope lowering you down slowly. In fact I’d rather take the vat of acid than him any day. How anyone could put up with him is a mystery. It’s like no one can do anything right. First the food is too cold then too hot never perfect until it cools to the temperature it was originally. Then it’s the bed. The mattress is too hard, it’s too soft. Give me more pillows. I need fewer pillows. It never ends. Now he is complaining about dinner: “I refuse to eat this rubbish. What do you think I am, a pig?” This guy is going down. He should have never been famous. Well at least should have never been this famous. How did the truth never get out? Don’t journalists hide in the boot of the limo or something? I will get the truth out if he doesn’t change after these nine months. He is going to be very infamous at this rate. I am currently plotting how to get him back. No one like this should have all people act like their slaves. I heard my phone ring must be Miranda. “Oh there you are. I’ve been calling for the last three hours what did you do to yourself?”

“Chill, I’ve just broken my leg.”
“YOU DID WHAT?” I could just hear her jaw popping open.

“I fell down the stairs. I was meant to meet my ‘guest’. He is the biggest pain. It seems like no one can do anything right by him. Raymond is defiantly the worst guy on the planet. Without his looks and supposed talent he would be nothing.”
I told Miranda about the guest. She wouldn’t tell anyone cos she knows how much I hate attention. This would attract hordes of it.

“Ok. So how did you even get dumped with that guy? I thought he was in the middle of filming a movie. Wasn’t he?”

“No, I don’t know where the hell you heard that one, but he isn’t filming anything and remember don’t tell anyone about the guest”

“I know, I know. I’ll be at the door in about five minutes.”
“Ok. Bye.”

It was good that I didn’t have to keep this from her. I knew she wouldn’t go all stupid on me when she saw him. I knew because she already had a boyfriend and would never look at another guy. Thank goodness for that. I wanted to avoid too many people meeting him. I know how they will react. My enemies will all suddenly claim that they are my best friend as an excuse to come to my house and flirt. Then there would be the crazy girls trying to get in though my bathroom window (I know it seems unlikely but you never know what people will do. Some are ruthless when it comes to what they want and others are just plain are psycho). So you can see why I don’t want anyone to find out. It would just about kill me if this happened. I think Raymond needs to shape up and I know exactly how to do it. I heard the doorbell ring. Gee, Miranda is too fast for her own good. I heard someone answer the door. “So you must be Raymond. I’m Miranda. Bye” I heard Raymond grunt and Miranda race to get up the stairs. Miranda is way shorter than anyone I know but her attitude just draws people in. her blonde hair is in a short pixie like cut with a few pink streaks her skin has a faint tan from her mother’s side of the family. She bounces in with as more energy than should be humanly possible.

“Hi Suzie,” She said casually, “you are right, that guy seems horrid. But he is really hot”

“Miranda, what the hell is wrong with you?” I screamed at her.

“Ok chill. I’m just saying. Just cos I got a boyfriend doesn’t mean I can’t say any other guy is hot. But my Boyfriend is way hotter anyway,”

I can’t believe her sometimes.

She went over to my CD player.

“What ancient stuff have you got in here this time, ‘The Beatles’?”

Miranda often thought my taste in music was ancient. She only listened to the top forty or is it thirty? Me? I raid my mum’s CD’s. Usually stuff most teens have never heard of and older people smile when the hear it. Like Suzanne Vega. See what I mean?

“No. Suzanne Vega actually,”

“Who’s that?”

“Don’t ask. Just listen,”

Soon the room was filled with her voice. I closed my eyes and relaxed.

“So what are we going to do about Raymond?”

“This is why I called you here. If anyone can help me through this it’s you,”
“OK. Now let’s look at our options. One: You pretend to be one of those wild girls who are obsessed…” She paused noticing my angry expression that had nothing to do with my leg. “Ok then. That’s a bad idea. Two: You act like a total freak. You do weird things like dress up in foil and call the mother ship, eat weird food and do other crazy things that we come up with thus driving him mad or three you act just as spoilt”

“I like option two. It seems like I might just be able to pull it off,”

“Might? Suzie you were born for the soul purpose of being weird. YOU will pull it off.”

“Ok, so what do we do first?”

“Step One: doing really random stuff. The sort that makes people wonder about your sanity,”

“Like what? Dance around in purple sheets and say stuff like ‘Watch out for the goldfish?”

“No subtler. More like the sort of things that build mystery around you like sitting in a dark room and as he walks past you let the knife your holding flash in whatever light there is and put a bit of fake blood on it for good measure and cover up your wrists. Always,”

“That is not I good idea. What if he tells mum?” I couldn’t stand that idea. Mum is already insane enough. No need to put her under stress.

“Ok then. I’ll call that one off if you’re too chicken. Now what else could we do…” she trailed off and had an expression of deep concentration on her face. She smiles when concentrating. It does get a little freaky if you don’t know her well enough. Then just as Miranda was about to say something Raymond stormed into the room. He looked really annoyed. No changes.

“Keep it down!”

I rolled my eyes. This way typical of him, Raymond hated the sort of music I like. Ha ha ha.

“What the hell is that rubbish you’re listening to?” I was annoyed. Suzanne Vega is actually quite a good music artist. 

“Excuse me Raymond, Do you mind being a bit more respectful? Suzie has broken her leg and don’t you think you should be nicer to her?” Miranda had him looking shocked. I loved it when she did that. She may be very short but if her height was her attitude she would be as tall as a mountain. Raymond still looking completely shocked backed out of the room and ran off.

After a few seconds of silence we were in hysterics.

so, what do people think? Comment please


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