131 Ways to the Top

Bella

I wake, water flicked on my face and my hair, soaked. I stand, dizzily. "W-What happened?" I yawn, leaning against the bar.

"You passed out." Sunny replied.

I nodded, "Awesome."

I walked over to the Fridge and take out an apple. I take a bite as I sit down on the couch. I got out my guitar and started playing a simple tune.

I'm guessing it's to late to join? >.<

Merlene Romiro

I yawned and opened my eyes. I was in my perfect little room. I stumbled out into the kitchen in my pajamas and saw several others sprawled out on the floor. “Whoa. What happened here?’ I asked. I turned to Sunny and behind her was some cute Indian girl. “Oh, sorry!” I exclaimed. “Introductions are in order. I am Merlene Romiro, I sew and write. And you?”

Spoiler

Sorry guys, I forgot to mention it. My character doesn't drink...

Seth!

I was sitting in the kitchen on a bar stool when the girl named Merlene call for introductions.I figured if I was going to stay with these people, I mught as well try and be social.

Here we go...

I walked up to her, slipping into my best english accent.

"Seth Veros is the name," I said, she looked at me, I slipped into an Australian accent,

"I'm an actor singer song-writer, and piano player" I said, I slipped into a thick Spanish Accent.

"And I'm also a Spaniard..." I finished. She chuckled.

Chika

Sunny, Merlene and Seth introduced themselves, and she laughed, liking Seth's quirky personality. By now, the others on the floor had begin to stir too, thanks to Sunny's water attack. One of the other girls was strumming a guitar in the corner.
The other guys who were now stirring got up from the floor, shaking their heads. "What happened last night?"asked one. "I feel like a herd of cantaloupes decided to stampede through my head."
"You guys got drunk. End of story. Sad to know there are guys in this century who can't handle a little drink." Sunny replied. The others laughed at her comment.

Krithika looked back at Merlene, still smiling. "I'm Krithika Chaturvedi, but you can call me Chika. I'm aiming to be an architect. What about you guys?" she asked the boys.

BACK TO THE FIRST PAGE!!!

Bella Knight

I stopped playing my guitar for a second and glanced up at them. "I sing, dance and play guitar." I said, starting to strum again.

"What about you, Ray?" I ask, not looking at him, still strumming.

I flopped down at the huge dining table after I grabbed some breakfast.I began to chew slowly, trying to wake myself up. People began to stir on the floor and I rolled my eyes at them. “Idiots.” I mumbled to my self.

After breakfast I got ready for the day, brushing my hair and teeth, making the bed, all that junk. I dressed in one of my cool outfits. It had knee high black boots, navy knee length skirt, and a black and white striped shirt with a white button up jacket. I twirled in front of my room’s three way mirror and smiled. I packed up all of the clothes I’ve sewed over the years and walked into the main room where several people were beginning to stand. I strode past them and out the door.

“Where are you going?” somebody called after me.

“To get a job.” I bluntly replied as I began to descend the stairs to the bottom floor.

“She’s crazy man.” Somebody whispered, thinking I was out of ear shot.

Whispering to myself, I said, “Crazy, am I? We’ll see how crazy I am when I own the apartment all to myself.”

Bella Knight

I see that other girl leave and I look down at myself. "I'm gonna change." I chuckle, walking to the bathroom. I change into a tank top that shows my belly-button with short-shorts and brown boots. I let my hair down and walked back out, looking through the fridge.

Raymond


Choas couldn't even begin to describe the room. And, it seemed it was going to remain that way, until I noticed a small notecard on the door. I skimed it quickly.

"Hey, listen to this," I called out, then put on a pompous accent, "As you're first step to fame you have been invited to attend a private screening of a movie. Many directors and actors will be there. Do your best to impress them."

On the back a time and date was written. Only three hours away. There was also a name of a limo service printed in small, fine handwriting.

Sunny

"Three hours, huh?" I said. I couldn't remember packing anything fancy enough for a private movie screening--in fact, I was quite sure I hadn't. It looked like I was going shopping.

I jogged down to the lobby and ran outside, slinging my purse over my shoulder on my way down. Outside, I flagged down a taxi, and told the driver to take me to the nearest Nordstrom. As he drove, I looked out the window. If I saw Merlene, I'd have to warn her. Sure, I wanted to win the apartment, but not telling her about the screening would just be cruel.

There she was--walking down the sidewalk. I rolled down my window as the cab stopped at a crosswalk. "Hey, Merlene!" I shouted. "You may want to postpone the job-hunting! We've got a movie screening to go to in three hours!" I had just enough time to see her surprised face before the cab drove off.