My name is Jacklyn Whitlock, nicknamed Jackie, and I am twelve. I love being in movies, and art. I woke up to my obnoxious alarm blaring, like, Taylor Swift or something. I looked around. I loved my new room: it had purple walls decorated with glow stars. My loft bed was like a bunk bed, but the bottom was a desk. I'm an only child. My room was trashed. There were art magazines and movie magazines and basically every magazine ever in Walmart. I heard footsteps and sprang back into bed. It was mom. "Jackie, the bus is almost here." "What? It's Sunday." She grinned. "Check your calendar." I looked over at my whiteboard. "Monday. Ugh. I'll get ready." I got out of bed and threw on my favorite purple t-shirt and my ripped jeans with lightning bolt and star patches sewn on. I brushed my blue, pink and brunette hair while brushing my teeth. For gods sake, I'm a multitask-er. I heard the *screech* of the bus, I rushed outside. My friend Lucy, a blondie who lives across the street, saw me and motioned for me to sit next to her. She looked excited, but about what? I was going to ask her, but she answered before I could open my mouth. "Okay, Jacky Junie," (she calls me that because of my middle name and the fact I was born in June) "so you know that movie you auditioned for back in June, like, Hailee Haffer, or something?" I nodded. "YOU MADE IT!"
Chap. 1: youre on! Chap. 2: Coming out
