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Next in Line

Novel By: Charlotte Bog
Romance



Isabella moves to Hollywood to pursue her career on a sitcom and lives with her famous bad girl cousin. Isabella soon realizes that what you see on the inside is not nearly as pretty as what you see on the outside.
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Submitted:Jun 23, 2010    Reads: 210    Comments: 6    Likes: 1   


Hollywood. Finally, my dreams were coming true. I got picked up to be on a new sitcom called Low Expectations. I play Sydeny, a beautiful teenage girl trying to break free of her parents grip and rebel in every way possible. Typical. The limo pulled into the expansive Hollywood mansion that I would call home to. My cousin, Jaylen Hearten, Hollywood's bad girl would be my "chaperon". Because of her I already have a trashy reputation. I stepped out of the plush black limo and breathed in the smog filled air, home sweet home. Jaylen did not come out to great me, but it's not like a expected her to. I took the key out of my pocket and turned it in the door handle. I eased the door open to a wreck of a house. The outside image can be deceiving. The neat trimmed bushes out front contrasted with the grand foyer that had salami pieces covered in mustard stuck to its ceiling. A couple of people I assumed to be maids were cleaning up. A woman wearing a pencil skirt with a baby blue blouse and blue high heels walked in and looked up from her Blackberry just in time to avoid running into me.

"Oh! Hello there! You must be Isabella." Said the woman.

"Um yes… And you are?" I responded with a questioning look on my face.

"I am Liza. Jaylen's personal assistant, but at the moment I cannot find her. Have you seen her?" Liza asked while constantly checking her Blackberry.

"No, I literally just walked into the house." I said.

"Well let's get Mary to show you your room." Liza said as she motioned for one of the maid's cleaning the floor.

The maid got up and walked over to me and said "I am Mary, I am one of the maid's here."

With that I gathered my suitcase and followed her up the stairs and into a room that had white walls and white oak furniture except a loveseat that was square and pure white and a huge white bed that looked like it was begging me just to snuggle up in it. Everything was white except for there was a bowl of green pears on a coffee table in front of the loveseat. It must be some celebrity thing to have all white.

Mary then said "The door on the left is the bathroom and the door on the right is the closet. Yell if you need something."

I said nothing so Mary assumed it was her time to leave, but just as she was pulling the door shut I said "Wait Mary."

"Yes?" Mary responded slightly annoyed.

"Does Jaylen have parties often?" I asked.

"Oh yes, I would suggest getting sleep during the day because you won't get much at night around here." With that Mary closed the door. I walked around the room touching the bed gently, almost afraid to ruin it. I ran my hand along the smooth white wood of the dresser. It was all so… perfect. My room at home was a mess with a little double bed shoved in the corner and posters all over the wall, but I could definitely get used to this. I pushed open the door to the bathroom and saw an all white bathroom with again, a bowl of green pears. It had a huge walk in shower with an enormous bath tub.

"Wow…" was the only word that got through my lips.

I left that bathroom in a state of awe. I walked into the closet. It was heaven… Need I say more? There was fully stocked shelves with all the latest designers clothing and jewelry. I seriously thought I was in heaven. I stumbled out of the closet and laid down in the bed and sunk deep into the covers. I followed Mary's advice and slept not wondering what tomorrow would be like, I just slept hoping to ingrain this experience into my brain just in case it was a dream.





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