Somehow, the worst thing possible in the world had happened. I, Jezabel Williams, was being forced to spend the three months with my worst nightmares. The Jonas Brothers.
{this is currently untitled, but I'm sure I'll think of something...}
{UNTITLED: A Joenas Fan Fiction}
CHAPTER ONE
“Ugh!” My loud exclamation rippled through the room as I stood up. “How could you do this to me?! You know I can’t stand them! All their creepy stalker fans…” I shuddered to think. “I’m not going to do this. There’s no way I’m going on tour with them. Find something else for me to do, I’ll even do obits, just not this, please! I’m like at least five years older than any of their fans!” My arguments fell on deaf ears as I pleaded with my editor, who seemed to be the devil today. “Pleaseeee… I’m begging here…” I gave her the puppy dog face as I looked totally pathetic.
“No… Jez, please, don’t complain about this. You know you’re the youngest person I have on staff. You’re going. My decision is final. It’s not even really my decision, now go, you’ll have to get packed up. You’ll meet the bus tomorrow here. 4am, sharp.” She turned from me in her swivel chair, signaling my dismissal. I grumbled as I turned to leave, only to be interrupted once more “Oh, and Jez,” I turned back to see her giving me a serious face. “This is not to be diluted because of your view of them. Please make these articles unbiased, or positive, unless they really do stink, which I severely doubt. Now, you can go…” she turned back to her computer, and I quickly left, still grumbling softly. I headed towards my work station, sighing as I see the fresh paper of my assignment still setting on my desk where I’d left it before rushing off to talk to Sara. I picked it up, and sighed, sliding it into my messenger bag, which was hanging from the back of my chair. I looked around my desk as I slumped into my chair, rubbing my head, trying to decide what I’d have to bring with me on this trip to hell and back. I grudgingly started collecting things, making a little pile of my work things, but before I got long, I heard a familiar voice over my head.
“I have no idea why they chose you…” The freakishly skinny, blonder than Paris Hilton, winner of the *CENSORED*-of-the-year contest, and not to mention newbie gossip columnist peered over my station wall, glaring down at me. I shrugged.
“I have no idea, and no choice in the matter… wait, they chose me?” I felt, and was sure I looked surprised as I looked back up at Kary.
“Oh I thought you knew… they made a big deal about the fact that they wanted to choose who went with them. Sara sent everyone’s bios to them, and they chose, and like I said, I have no idea why they chose you. I mean, you work the classifieds. Not like you do anything, uh, important. Like, I mean…” I glared at her as she continued rambling on, and sighed, my mind racing. No wonder Sara was so adamant. It wasn’t her decision. I decided to go tell her I was sorry, and quickly stood up, leaving Kary to figure out she was talking to herself, and gently knocked on Sara’s door once more.
“come in…” she looked up as I entered. “I told you before Jez, there’s nothing I can do about it… I’m really sorry.”
I shook my head “I know Sar, I wasn’t paying attention I guess. I realize now it wasn’t your choice, and I’m sorry about getting so pissed about it. There’s not much I can do about it I guess.” I sighed, but shrugged. She gasped, and picked up a small paper wrapped package.
“I almost forgot. This is for you, they sent it along with the letter with who they chose. Would you like that as well, a copy for your resume?” I nodded glumly and she nodded, putting a folded piece of paper on top of the package before handing it to her, she smiles. “It won’t be that bad, and it’s not actually that long either. Just think, this time next year, you could have a permanent seat at the head of the entertainment section.”
She nodded as I took the package, I slowly left the room, carefully unwrapping the packaged, stuffing the copy in my back pocket as I looked at the contents; press pass, and three CD’s, each with the same three guys staring up at me from the covers. I shrugged and set them back in the small box, as I set the box on my desk, and packed everything up, glad Kary had left while I was talking to Sara. I put the letter in a folder in my bag, and sighed, putting the package under my arm, I slung my bag over my shoulder, and turned off the light at my station. I sighed, and left.
So that's the first chapter... comments and bumps keep emily smiling :D
