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Teen Trauma TV

Book By: Isabellenecessary
Humor



Indie is thrilled when she is selected to participate in a reality TV show, where she will be living with 11 other teenagers in a house on the coast for six months. Until she discovers that a boy she had an ... erm ... run into is in the house with her! With help from the seedy surfer, ditzy hacker, and Hans the Hipster, with Indie outwit the boy, or will she be the one to return home red-faced?


Submitted:Feb 20, 2012    Reads: 18    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


I was strolling through the shopping centre with my best friend, Kristen, when we saw the auditions. There were a hundred or so teenagers hanging around the food court, all gathered around a stage. Kristen grabbed my arm and lead me over to the crowd. Kristen's mantra was make change, in order to make yourself. Sometimes I think she's more realted to my parents than me.

It was really all a blur. My name was written down on the signup sheet, and I was ushered onto the stage. I found myself being watched by the entire population of the food court, and next to me was a man. He had spiky, dirty blonde hair and a cheeky look on his face. He looked no older than 25, and very seedy. He shoved a microphone into my hand and said, "So what's your name, babe?" He asked me, his face as mischievous as before.

"My name's Indie, I'm fifteen." I said, rather confidently. Even though I had no idea what this show was, I knew I wanted to be on it. I had wanted to be an actress since I was eight, I always loved being dramatic.

"Nice to meet you, Indie. I'm Todd. So why exactly do you want to be on Summer Drama?" He questioned. I had heard of this show, they send a bunchy of hormonal teenagers to go love together at a coastal town. I could see Kristen giving me a look, saying this is it Indie, make change. It you want something to happen, make it happen. Once I had sucked up enough confidence from her big eyes, I put on my sweetest face and spoke.

"Well, I've seen your show before, and I love it, all the drama, the romance, everything!" My voice was dripping with charm. Just to add to it, I flipped my long, honey coloured hair over my shoulder. That gained me a couple of wolf whistles from the male population of the audience.

I've been told before that I was stunning. I'd had plenty of date offers. It wasn't hard, seeing as I was always with Kristen. She was pretty, sure, with curly, short black hair and green eyes, but she had a habit of saying everything on her mind, which made her less appealing.

I had, as my mother described it, 'a golden waterfall of perfect ringlets falling down my back' ending at about my elbows. I had big, blue eyes, a small nose, and plump, pink lips which could form into the famous 'Robertson pout', something guaranteed to get me whatever I want. Except for with my family. I have three sisters, which brought me back down to Earth. There was Stella, who had short, brown hair, green eyes, and of course, like every girl in my family, the pout. She was the brains of the family, she was a year younger than me, and when she graduated she wanted to be a lawyer. Then there were the twins, Daphne and Paige, who were identical. Daphne was the nice, shy, down to Earth one, whereas Paige was outgoing, sporty and ditzy. Of course, she was liked by all the guys. I was the ambitious, determined one of the family, always the one to think before I act. I was charming, and, well, everyone loved me.

I probably get along best with Daphne, she's the one who will tell me when I'm about to take things too far. We bring out the best in each other, as they say, opposites attract. Since the twins were seventeen, and we all go to the same school, we got plenty of looks, winks and smiles from the guys of Patterson College. Of course, earning us the glares of their girlfriends. Needless to say, we were famous.

"Good answer. So everyone, who thinks Indie should be in this season of Summer Drama?" Todd asked the crowd, which earned me plenty of wolf whistles and cheers.

"Indie, I think you're in! Congratulations!" Todd said with another cheeky grin. Well, that was easy.

I squealed. This was probably the most exciting thing to happen to me, ever. Except that time Evan Jacobs asked me out… No, my career is more important than a guy. However hot he may be.

I ran off the stage and hugged Kristen, doing the typical teenage girl jump-and-squeal dance.

I was asked to hang around behind the stage, and about half an hour later Todd and a few executive looking people approached me.

"Well done, kid. The crowd loved you. Here's our contact information, have your people call our people." A man in a vintage brown suit, suspenders and oversized glasses said to me with a charismatic smile. Funny, I didn't know this show was made by hipsters. He handed me a wad of paper, and the group walked off. I turned to face Kristen, who was still standing next to me.

"Oh my god Indie! This is so exciting! You're so lucky!" She squealed, practically smiling her face off.

"I know! I can't believe I got in!" I replied, all of my excitement rushing back to me.

"But will your parents let you go?" Kristen's smile had disappeared from her face. Replaced by a look of concern.

"Please, they probably won't even notice I'm gone."

My parents were freaks. I loved them and all, but sometimes they can be a bit… overwhelming. My mother, Angel Moon Robertson, owned a shop, which sold hippie things. Dream catchers, gemstones, incense, you name a hippie product, and we've got it. My father, Toro Shine Robertson, was a clairvoyant. He could read auras, see spirits, etcetera, and did these things out the back of mum's shop. And no, 'Angel Moon" and "Toro Shine' are not their original names, they changed them back in 2003, when the mid-life crises started. Thankfully, my sisters and I were already born at that time, and our names stayed the same. My parents were fine with us doing our own thing, so they rarely noticed when we were out of the house.

I got home that afternoon, looking for my parents to tell them about of the show. I walked in to the kitchen, and, of course, there was a note.

My darling creatures,

Toro and I are on a plane, and by the time you read this, we will be in Peru. We will be there for about two weeks; we have left you $4000 for food and whatnot.

May good spirits be with you,

Mother

The good thing about my parent's careers was it payed. A lot. And good thing they left so much money, the show started in 5 days and I needed new clothes.

So I forged Toro and Angel's signatures and posted the forms off to the studio. The next day I met Kristen the next day at the shopping centre, and we went on a cute clothes scavenger hunt.

As I was walking, I was listening to Kristen complain about something, so I wasn't looking forwards, I crashed. I fell to the ground and Kristen immediately helped me up.

"Do you mind watching where you're going?" I heard a male voice spit at me as I turned to see the person who had I had walked into. He. Was. Hot. Apart from the fact that his perfectly symmetrical face was twisted into a look of disgust. He had blonde hair that had that messy but nice look, brown eyes and chiselled face. He was a lot taller than me, but also had muscle so that he didn't look all gangly and gawky.

"Oh, not so talkative now are we? Used up all your words at that little audition? Well, then, Indie," he spat out my name, "It's going to be awfully boring living in a house with you for six months if you won't even talk to me." I don't believe. But of course, the cosmics would just have to make my first time on TV just that little bit terrible. But, I had to stand up for myself.

"For your information, I can speak as much as I want, and how do you even know that when we're living in the same house I would even waste my time talking to you?" I retorted, confident in my words.

Kristen pulled me away, probably knowing that this would not end prettily.

I was strolling through the shopping centre with my best friend, Kristen, when we saw the auditions. There were a hundred or so teenagers hanging around the food court, all gathered around a stage. Kristen grabbed my arm and lead me over to the crowd. Kristen's mantra was make change, in order to make yourself. Sometimes I think she's more realted to my parents than me.

It was really all a blur. My name was written down on the signup sheet, and I was ushered onto the stage. I found myself being watched by the entire population of the food court, and next to me was a man. He had spiky, dirty blonde hair and a cheeky look on his face. He looked no older than 25, and very seedy. He shoved a microphone into my hand and said, "So what's your name, babe?" He asked me, his face as mischievous as before.

"My name's Indie, I'm fifteen." I said, rather confidently. Even though I had no idea what this show was, I knew I wanted to be on it. I had wanted to be an actress since I was eight, I always loved being dramatic.

"Nice to meet you, Indie. I'm Todd. So why exactly do you want to be on Summer Drama?" He questioned. I had heard of this show, they send a bunchy of hormonal teenagers to go love together at a coastal town. I could see Kristen giving me a look, saying this is it Indie, make change. It you want something to happen, make it happen. Once I had sucked up enough confidence from her big eyes, I put on my sweetest face and spoke.

"Well, I've seen your show before, and I love it, all the drama, the romance, everything!" My voice was dripping with charm. Just to add to it, I flipped my long, honey coloured hair over my shoulder. That gained me a couple of wolf whistles from the male population of the audience.

I've been told before that I was stunning. I'd had plenty of date offers. It wasn't hard, seeing as I was always with Kristen. She was pretty, sure, with curly, short black hair and green eyes, but she had a habit of saying everything on her mind, which made her less appealing.

I had, as my mother described it, 'a golden waterfall of perfect ringlets falling down my back' ending at about my elbows. I had big, blue eyes, a small nose, and plump, pink lips which could form into the famous 'Robertson pout', something guaranteed to get me whatever I want. Except for with my family. I have three sisters, which brought me back down to Earth. There was Stella, who had short, brown hair, green eyes, and of course, like every girl in my family, the pout. She was the brains of the family, she was a year younger than me, and when she graduated she wanted to be a lawyer. Then there were the twins, Daphne and Paige, who were identical. Daphne was the nice, shy, down to Earth one, whereas Paige was outgoing, sporty and ditzy. Of course, she was liked by all the guys. I was the ambitious, determined one of the family, always the one to think before I act. I was charming, and, well, everyone loved me.

I probably get along best with Daphne, she's the one who will tell me when I'm about to take things too far. We bring out the best in each other, as they say, opposites attract. Since the twins were seventeen, and we all go to the same school, we got plenty of looks, winks and smiles from the guys of Patterson College. Of course, earning us the glares of their girlfriends. Needless to say, we were famous.

"Good answer. So everyone, who thinks Indie should be in this season of Summer Drama?" Todd asked the crowd, which earned me plenty of wolf whistles and cheers.

"Indie, I think you're in! Congratulations!" Todd said with another cheeky grin. Well, that was easy.

I squealed. This was probably the most exciting thing to happen to me, ever. Except that time Evan Jacobs asked me out… No, my career is more important than a guy. However hot he may be.

I ran off the stage and hugged Kristen, doing the typical teenage girl jump-and-squeal dance.

I was asked to hang around behind the stage, and about half an hour later Todd and a few executive looking people approached me.

"Well done, kid. The crowd loved you. Here's our contact information, have your people call our people." A man in a vintage brown suit, suspenders and oversized glasses said to me with a charismatic smile. Funny, I didn't know this show was made by hipsters. He handed me a wad of paper, and the group walked off. I turned to face Kristen, who was still standing next to me.

"Oh my god Indie! This is so exciting! You're so lucky!" She squealed, practically smiling her face off.

"I know! I can't believe I got in!" I replied, all of my excitement rushing back to me.

"But will your parents let you go?" Kristen's smile had disappeared from her face. Replaced by a look of concern.

"Please, they probably won't even notice I'm gone."

My parents were freaks. I loved them and all, but sometimes they can be a bit… overwhelming. My mother, Angel Moon Robertson, owned a shop, which sold hippie things. Dream catchers, gemstones, incense, you name a hippie product, and we've got it. My father, Toro Shine Robertson, was a clairvoyant. He could read auras, see spirits, etcetera, and did these things out the back of mum's shop. And no, 'Angel Moon" and "Toro Shine' are not their original names, they changed them back in 2003, when the mid-life crises started. Thankfully, my sisters and I were already born at that time, and our names stayed the same. My parents were fine with us doing our own thing, so they rarely noticed when we were out of the house.

I got home that afternoon, looking for my parents to tell them about of the show. I walked in to the kitchen, and, of course, there was a note.

My darling creatures,

Toro and I are on a plane, and by the time you read this, we will be in Peru. We will be there for about two weeks; we have left you $4000 for food and whatnot.

May good spirits be with you,

Mother

The good thing about my parent's careers was it payed. A lot. And good thing they left so much money, the show started in 5 days and I needed new clothes.

So I forged Toro and Angel's signatures and posted the forms off to the studio. The next day I met Kristen the next day at the shopping centre, and we went on a cute clothes scavenger hunt.

As I was walking, I was listening to Kristen complain about something, so I wasn't looking forwards, I crashed. I fell to the ground and Kristen immediately helped me up.

"Do you mind watching where you're going?" I heard a male voice spit at me as I turned to see the person who had I had walked into. He. Was. Hot. Apart from the fact that his perfectly symmetrical face was twisted into a look of disgust. He had blonde hair that had that messy but nice look, brown eyes and chiselled face. He was a lot taller than me, but also had muscle so that he didn't look all gangly and gawky.

"Oh, not so talkative now are we? Used up all your words at that little audition? Well, then, Indie," he spat out my name, "It's going to be awfully boring living in a house with you for six months if you won't even talk to me." I don't believe. But of course, the cosmics would just have to make my first time on TV just that little bit terrible. But, I had to stand up for myself.

"For your information, I can speak as much as I want, and how do you even know that when we're living in the same house I would even waste my time talking to you?" I retorted, confident in my words.

Kristen pulled me away, probably knowing that this would not end prettily.





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