Why me?, chapter 2
I was suddenly was awakened form my daydream/flashback, by a bump in the road. We had arrived to the WKNK station, which airs the television show 'Trading Children'. It was really huge and it had tons of antennas and junk like that.
"We're hee-eere!" said my mom in an opera-style voice.
"Yeah, I noticed." I said in a grim voice following a groan of agony.
We got out of the mini-van and went through the glass double doors. When we entered it was just like I pictured it. There was a desk clerk, who looked like she had bruises with all the make up she had on. There were some seats and a coffee maker. It kind of reminded me of a doctor's office. My mom and dad went to the clerk and asked where we were headed to, while I headed towards the coffee.
"Oh!" She said after my mom asked for the fifth time, "You have to go down the hall and into the studio. Then you have to talk to this guy."
She handed them a piece of paper. I went up to them and read the piece of paper. It said John Whiner and some other writing I could not read. My mom and dad thanked her and we went towards the studio. Another way this reminded me of a doctor's office was its smell. How I hate that smell!
We went up to a door that said STUDIO in thick black letters. I went through and saw that people were getting ready for today's programs and news. I saw a man who was directing the crew of how to schedule today's program. I took a guess that he was John Whiner. My mom went up to him and told him that I was participating in the show 'Trading Children'.
He was walking towards me. He had office/news reporter style outfit and had short caramel-colored hair. I stood there fiddling with stuff in my purse.
"So you must Mary huh?" He said.
"Yeah." I answered.
"Well, we have already assigned you your family. As I was explaining to your parents, this show is a Celebrity Edition show so you will be living large!" he explained.
"Okay." I said in my innocent voice. "So to whom am I assigned to?"
He scrimmaged through his pocket and gave me a paper. It looked like a formal document to me. I opened it and my eyes went big. I screamed and leaped for joy. The paper fell out of my sweaty hand.
It read:
Mary-Alice is assigned to the famous family of Green Day's Billie Joe Armstrong.
"We're hee-eere!" said my mom in an opera-style voice.
"Yeah, I noticed." I said in a grim voice following a groan of agony.
We got out of the mini-van and went through the glass double doors. When we entered it was just like I pictured it. There was a desk clerk, who looked like she had bruises with all the make up she had on. There were some seats and a coffee maker. It kind of reminded me of a doctor's office. My mom and dad went to the clerk and asked where we were headed to, while I headed towards the coffee.
"Oh!" She said after my mom asked for the fifth time, "You have to go down the hall and into the studio. Then you have to talk to this guy."
She handed them a piece of paper. I went up to them and read the piece of paper. It said John Whiner and some other writing I could not read. My mom and dad thanked her and we went towards the studio. Another way this reminded me of a doctor's office was its smell. How I hate that smell!
We went up to a door that said STUDIO in thick black letters. I went through and saw that people were getting ready for today's programs and news. I saw a man who was directing the crew of how to schedule today's program. I took a guess that he was John Whiner. My mom went up to him and told him that I was participating in the show 'Trading Children'.
He was walking towards me. He had office/news reporter style outfit and had short caramel-colored hair. I stood there fiddling with stuff in my purse.
"So you must Mary huh?" He said.
"Yeah." I answered.
"Well, we have already assigned you your family. As I was explaining to your parents, this show is a Celebrity Edition show so you will be living large!" he explained.
"Okay." I said in my innocent voice. "So to whom am I assigned to?"
He scrimmaged through his pocket and gave me a paper. It looked like a formal document to me. I opened it and my eyes went big. I screamed and leaped for joy. The paper fell out of my sweaty hand.
It read:
Mary-Alice is assigned to the famous family of Green Day's Billie Joe Armstrong.
