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Summer Intern

Chapter One (Intro)

My name is Amanda Settleway, and I’m an intern for the summer at Catwalk Magazine in New York City. FYI, Catwalk is one of the biggest magazines in the world, next to People, Time, Seventeen, you know, all of those that you see on the newsstands at the grocery store check out line.

Catwalk covers everything from the latest fashion, what colors are the new black (FYI, orange is the new green which was the new black which was the new pink which was the old black, according to one of the fashion experts here, who informed me that my green skirt was so 5 minutes ago, even though it was just featured in Teen Vogue), which celebs are hottest at the moment, who’s dating who, stuff like that in Hollywood, and the latest music to listen to, and food (i.e. carbs= the devil).

Anyway, back to me. My name, like I said, is Amanda Settleway. And I’m 18 from the middle-of-nowhere Indiana. I have dirty-blonde hair, about 5 foot 8, and have bluish green eyes the change depending on my mood. Example, when I’m super happy, they’re a bright blue, like the crystal clear Hawaiian ocean, when I’m nervous, they’re a deep green, sad would be a bluish green mix, it all depends. There are many different combos of my eyes. All equaling different emotions. I’m pretty much your girl-next-door, except for my fashion tastes. I’m always with the latest trends, if not ahead by going with them before they appear on Miley Cyrus and Jessica Alba.

Now, you’re probably wondering what a small town girl is doing in big New York City.  Well, I just graduated high school a few weeks ago, and I’m about to go off to NYU for college this fall. As you could probably tell, I want to be a journalist, working for a magazine, like Catwalk. Well, I’m there. Yea! It’s just…one small problem…

Right now, my job consists mostly of getting Cruella De Vil, I mean, the editor of Catwalk, Mary Ann Ladine, her Starbucks every morning and running her errands. But hey, gotta start somewhere, right? And one day, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day, I’ll have an actual assignment. These assignments that I’d love to have include;

A)   Going to one of the world’s largest fashion shows in Paris where they give out TONS of free stuff.

B)     Interview totally hot celebs like Orlando Bloom and the JoBros and Ashton Kutcher and Jesse McCartney, and, well, you get the point. Hot guys. And girls who could hook me up with those guys…or just any celeb really would be nice

C)   Going to the awesomest photoshoots for the hottest designers

D)   Getting to own the hottest new stuff from Channel, Calvin Klein, Banana Republic, and Gucci

E)     All of the above, plus more

Ok, so yeah, I have big dreams and expectations for myself. But if we didn’t, we’d never get anywhere in the world, right?

I mean, yeah, I may not start right off stalking celebs and waiting on the red carpet, or getting the latest fashions from the hottest places for free just because I work for Catwalk (sort of), but I’m here. And that’s all that matters. And I will get there. It’s just going to take some time. And in the week and a half that I’ve been here, I’m starting to realize that.

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Chapter Two

Like I said, my job, not the most glamorous right now.  I’ve now been here, like, 2 weeks, and am pretty sure that Mary Ann is going to offer me a real assignment, that doesn’t involve walking all over New York City in search of the right scarf to match the model’s eyes, but still went with the outfit, only to find out when I got back that they gave her contacts that were green, instead of blue now, and they didn’t need the scarf after all.

“Amanda” I heard Mary Ann call for me from her office. “Yes ma’am” I said as I walked in, facing her. “Sit down child” she told me, and I obeyed. “Why do you want to be here?” she asked me, as if we’d never talked about this before, which we had when I first started working here. I took a deep breath. “I want to be a journalist more than anything in the world” I started. “I love it all. Fashion, writing, gossip, you name it. It just feels right when I’m doing it, which is why I’m here. So I can work on my future, and have a career in the business” I finished. She leaned back into her chair, not saying anything. The only thing she did was nod. I wasn’t sure what it meant, but I didn’t have the best feeling.

“Amanda” she started. “How would you like to interview one of the hottest tickets out there right now? As your first assignment?” she said. Ok, so maybe she wasn’t all evil after all. “REALLY? Oh my gosh! That’d be amazing! OF course I will! I accept!” I practically shouted. “Well then, I suggest you get a good night’s rest, because you need to be here early tomorrow for preparations. We’re also doing a shoot of them for their article, and we want original photos that we’ve taken” she snotted. “Yes ma’am” I said, and walked out of her office. “Oh, and Ms. Ladine” I said. She looked up. “Who are they, exactly? The people I’m going to interview I mean” I asked. “Oh, you’ll see. And I think that you’ll be pleased” she said, and shoed me away. Who on earth was it going to be?

In Los Angeles

(Joe’s POV)

I was in my room packing my suitcase for our trip to New York tomorrow. We had some interview and photo shoot, making it our millionth ones, for Catwalk Magazine. It’s like this magazine that all these girls worship, like Cosmo Girl and Seventeen or whatever. I wasn’t really excited about it, as you could probably tell. I mean, we just got back from being out of the country, and I’m still exhausted. And now we’re leaving for New York, when all I want to do is stay home and sleep. Vacation would be nice, but no. Not gonna happen I guess.

“Dude, c’mon. Dinner’s ready” Nick said. “Whoa man, you need serious help. Your suitcase is a mess” Nick told me, picking up things out of it, like it was toxic waste. “I know.” I sighed. “Want help?” Nick asked, not waiting for an answer. He just started taking things out, shoved me aside, and started to fold the clothes and put them in neatly. “Ok Mr. Organization. You just go ahead and do that” I said, flopping down on my bed. Nick ignored me and continued on his business. “Boys!” Mom yelled coming upstairs. “Dinner’s ready!” “Oh man, I forgot. Guess I got carried away helping you huh?” Nick laughed. “Uh, yeah, sure. Wanna come up after dinner?” I asked. “Uh, no” Nick said, and walked out.