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Survivors

Asshole!

I walked back through my apartment door and slump down onto the couch.

I groaned as I looked at my phone and saw a text from Ray (the movie director.)

Ray: Be on the set tomorrow morning by 6:00, we start early.
Me: I’ll get there when I get there. I’m not going to bust my ass to be on your schedule and then just have to wait an hour before we even start!
Ray: Be there on time!
Me: You wish.

I shut off my phone, completely fed up with Ray and his snotty attitude. I swear it’s like the world crapped on his last piece of toilet paper and then stuck a stick up his ass! If he thinks his life is hard and has to be all snotty and have an attitude, then he should hear my story.
That would shut his fat mouth up pretty fast.

I glance over at the clock and see that the time reads: 9:38.

I sigh as I roll of the couch and walk to the bathroom, intent on getting a shower and going to bed.I might as well try to get to the studio by 7 or 8. There was no way I was going to try and get to the studio by 6. Ray has got to be fucking crazy if he thinks I will get out of bed before 7!


I slowly open my eyes and gaze around my bedroom. As I look out the window, I can see that the sun is just starting to show over the horizon.

I sigh as I check my clock: 6:23. You have got to be fucking kidding me! I pull back the warm covers of the bed and step onto the cold floor. An instant chill run through my body as it adjusts to the temperature difference. I yawn as I slip my feet into my slippers and softly pad across the cold floor to the small table that sat next to the tiny kitchen. I grab a box of cheerios and start eating handfuls out of the box; I have no energy to grab a bowl and some milk.

I pull out a cute outfit for the day and head out the door at about 7:30am. So sorry Ray, not!


I pulled up to the studio and casually walked down the hall to the set.

I walk through the door to find Ray having a fit and running around with a clipboard and shouting how there were so many people late. “Good morning to you to Ray,” I muttered as I walked over to my dressing room, not even bothering to tell him that I was here.

I close the dressing room door behind me softly as I turn around. There stands Ray with a face of total outrage. “Hello,” I say politely as I try to scoot around him, but he’s not having it. “I called you at least 20 times and I texted you at least double that. and you didn’t respond at all. No, hey I'm late, or hey I’m running a little behind, nothing,” he screamed in frustration and anger. “Well I’m here now so I suggest you suck the disgusting line of spit falling out of your mouth, up and that the lord that I'm even here at all. I didn’t come here to see your fat face at 7:30 in the morning, I came here so that I can have fun and do this and maybe become a huge actor someday,” I yelled back at him as I shoved him out of the way, heading towards the set.

“Asshole,” I muttered as I stormed over to my starting spot and got in position.

Notes

Comments

@LIZZY THAT GIRL
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4/2/14

@LIZZY THAT GIRL
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@MissStylinStyles
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4/1/14




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4/1/14