Puppies For Sale - Part Four

Puppies For Sale - Part Three

Puppies For Sale - Part Two

Puppies For Sale - Part One

 “Hey Chester, there's something here in the mail that looks like something you'd be interested in.” A middle-aged woman said to her toe-headed son, who was eating cereal. “What is it, mom?” He asked, looking up from his bowl. “Here.” She said, handing him the envelope. He hastily opened it. “Audition for the next greatest show about a singing group. Ages 10 to 18. Pre-Auditions held at the Taft Theater in Cincinnati, Ohio. Those chosen will be taken to Los Angeles for screen-testing and the second auditions, August 5th-21^st. Huh.” Chester read, then looked at his mother. She smiled. “So does it look like something you'd want to do?” She asked. Chester shrugged. “I guess I could go... But I don't think I'd go far.” He said, looking back down at his bowl. His mom kissed the top of his head. “You'll be fine.” She said.

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“--And Chester Harris. Those will be the 15 kids going through. Congratulations!” A woman with graying hair announced. Chester's mouth hung open in shock. “I told you that you'd be fine!” Mrs. Harris said, hugging Chester.

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“Enrique, can I see you for a moment?” An older man called to a curly-haired boy. “Uh, sure.” He said, walking toward him. “What is it, sir?” He asked. “You enjoy acting, right?” The older man asked. “Yes, I do.” Enrique replied. “Why?” He asked. “Well, a friend of mine is holding auditions for a show that's filming in California.” The man explained. Enrique's eyes lit up. “Really?” He asked. “Yes. It's tomorrow at Pike's Peak Center and I think you should audition.” The older man replied. “I'll do it, Mr. Vega! Thank you!” Enrique said, beaming, then scurrying to class.

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“Jillian Jones, Matthew Rockford, James Knight, Logan Pena, Carlos Diamond, Kendall Henderson, Enrique Suarez--” “Oh my gosh, they chose me! I'm going to get to go to Hollywood and I might be a big star and--” Enrique thought and kept up his daydream until... “And those are the fifteen kids going through. Congratulations to those who were chosen, to those who weren't, better luck next time.” The interviewer announced.

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“Gregg-o, somethin' came in the mail for ya.” A twenty-something year old man announced to his younger brother, handing him a letter. “What is it?” He asked, hopping on the counter and opening the envelope. “Not sure, read it.” The older boy said. “Okay then... Mr. Gregory Swift, we are pleased to inform you that out of the hundreds of kids who auditioned at the Mahaffey Theater last week, you are one of the fifteen who is going through to Hollywood. You, along with the fifteen kids and one family member, will be flown out to California for interviews and screen-testing and the second auditions. Oh my god!” Greg read.”Dude, no way! Who're you gonna take?” The older boy asked. “You, I guess.” Greg said with a shrug.

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“Are you excited, Xavier? This is such a big day for you, I'm so proud for getting this far. Oh, your grandmother would be so proud of you...” A blonde woman said as she stroked the head of her little red-haired son. The boy didn't take notice and kept scribbling notes down in his notebook, sitting in the passengers seat next to his mother in the car while they were driving. “Xavier.” She said to him, trying to get his attention. Xavier doesn't look up, and continues his scribble.”Xavier. Did yeh hear me?” She asked again, touching his shoulder. “Huh? Oh, sorry mum... I was busy writin', what was it?” Xavier asked. “ Are yeh excited?” She asked. “Oh, yeh... and a little nervous.” Xavier replied. “Why?” His mother asked. “Well, I mean... what if they don't like me? We came so far. I'm probably nowhere near as good as the other kids who auditioned, they might have jus' felt bad for me...” He replied, looking at his notebook. “Don't worry, Xavier. You have such immense talent. They wouldn't turn yeh away. They'd have to be insane to turn you away, you're such a wonderful boy.” His mother reassured him. Xavier smiled a little at his mother and blushed modestly. “Thank you, mum...” He said, and went back to his writing.  

Shea Hammond: Thoughts

Right, so... dad finally got the new(ish) computer set up, so I decided I'd type up a little something.

Y'know, I've been going to this new school for like a few months or something and I think its insane. The teachers are crazy, like our lab teacher who makes us drink suprisingly harmless chemicals, or our history teacher who somehow knew us before we got in. Luckly i'm not alone and my sister Siobhan and my friend Sven are there too, but me and Siobhan haven't been getting along much lately.

I shouted at her last week because she cooked the eggs wrong but i didn't mean to blow my top, i was realy tired, so she was angry with me then and i had to sleep on the couch. then later she got mad because i was talking to Sven about somthing she probly didnt want to hear (not taking my chances telling you what, she'll blow her top again) and got mad at me then Sven because Sven was being a dick about it. Gracie told us about her brother who died shortly after she and him got in a fight and it made me realise i was probly not being fair with her. yknow it was stuff she said in confidince to her friend Daisy, an I probly shouldntve listened in on what they were saying.

Madness at Millard: Day Four, Part Two

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