Post by Summer McCoy on Jul 24, 2006 19:31:42 GMT -5
Summer McCoy: Last week? Oh, just the biggest mistake of my damned life. I can’t believe I let LJ win that match. It was just…ugh! But, at least I still have my baby. I still have my life. I still have what belongs to me, and no other. I still have my UN-Limited X Championship. I am still a champion, and never, never will I lose it.
The scene opened up in the usual pink and sparky room. Anyone that would dare to walk in would soon figure out that this room belonged to someone with great taste. Someone who could support a lot of money, and juggle out a lot of things. Anyone could figure on how much money was shed into this persons brain and room itself. Money was as if it grew out of this persons mouth. Things that could be more expensive than ones life would be spotted in here. Thousands and thousands of dollars just in one room. Millions of dollars scattered everywhere. Now, once you would see the room owner, you would melt. She would then proceed to take your money and keep it for herself in a stash that could be hold for money. But, as the day neared to it‘s end, the owner of the household, Summer McCoy, decided that she hated what had approached her last week. She was sick of what happened. How she was disqualified, and how she lost her match and all. But, she wasn‘t going to keep quiet. She was going to shout and shout, all day long. She wants to tear apart LJ Andrews, just like she knows she can.
Summer McCoy: LJ might think winning against me was a big accomplishment, and it was, but he only won because I disqualified myself. Otherwise, I would have his head on my plate, and his eyeballs deep into my fork. I would…EAT HIM ALIVE!
Summer giggled softly. And, one must notice, how she always giggles in her little speeches. It‘s just something that comes out, but that’s how it is. Her giggle was not just a regular school girls giggle. It was a sinister giggle that could crush the ear drums of a deaf man! Dogs would bark horribly at the sound of her giggles.
Summer McCoy: See? What I don’t understand, is how you could be so damn cocky? I have the right to. God damnit, I am Summer McCoy! Do you know who I am? I am Ex-NLCW Women’s Champion, Ex-3WL All Pacific Champion, I am CURRENT UN-Limited X Champion! You could never hold the responsibilities that I hold.
Summer shook her head in agreement with what she had said. She could not believe that he could barge in and win those titles. She knew that he couldn’t hold it all. She just knew it. And, plus, she just hated how people like him would walk into a room and act as if they owned everything. Oh, but he owner very little. In fact, nothing, if you count Summer’s title in.
Summer McCoy: But, we all need to move on from the stupid and horrible moments that happen in life. The moments in which we dread and dread and dread. I will move on. I have someone else to fight this week. Someone who might even be more of a challenge to me than you were. Well, of course a two year old girl would show more accomplishments than you would, so he must be better?
That giggle then appeared back from her lips as it escaped. The giggle would just always turn on and off between moments that we were seeing of her. Summer was the type of girl that would use her looks and actual physical strength to overcome people. Well, her looks usually did come in handy when she is in a federation filled up with men. Summer hated EVERY single man in that federation as well. But, one guy caught her attention the most. Shane. He defeated BomberJake after his long winning streak. Summer was proud of him, and hoped he could continue that up.
Summer McCoy: So, yeah, I am going against this guy named Scotty Blaze? Ugh. Why do they partner me up with the worst wrestlers ever? What the fuck is a Scotty Blaze? It sounds like he sucks even more than LJ does, and that is sad. Hell, it seems he sucks more than EZ Punk! Now, THAT is sad.
Summer shook her head in pity. But, it was obvious should we not pity him when the match came to date. She wouldn‘t cry about it and just let him win. Nope. She wasn‘t that type of girl. She would never let him win a match so easy. Summer would never give in to a match, just like it showed last week. She was almost sent backstage because of a neck injury, but she insisted, and continue fighting in the match. Now, if that wasn‘t courageous, then what is?
Summer McCoy: Scotty, I will even give you a chance here. You can just leave and walk out. I feel bad for a fool like you. You’re new here and don’t understand the power that I possess. I mean, anyone would back up immediately, let’s just hope you have the power to stay in the game with me.
Summer shrugged. She knew that he would most likely fail. It was hard to go up against Summer. I mean, she had the looks and the brain to fool any man, but her strength was just incredible. Everyone was confused on how strong she was when she first joined. She beat up EZ Punk, as easy as it could‘ve been!
Summer McCoy: But, I know we are both having a fun time by you watching this, and me talking about you, but I am actually busy. I have a life, if you ever thought of that. Well, first I have to call Chelsea, and then I have to like ask her if she wants to like go to like the freakin’ like mall!
Summer busted out into laughter.
Summer McCoy: I am so not a girly girl!
Summer smirked softly as she stood up from her comfortable couch. It was pink, as was everything else in the room. She stretched her arms a little, reaching for the sky, and then began to walk. She grabbed a hold of her light pink phone and raised it up to her ear, opening it. She then began to dial it, hearing that annoying ringing noise.
Summer McCoy: Hello?
Chelsea York: Hello?
Summer McCoy: So, what are we doing today? Shopping? Going for something to eat? What? Anything? Just say something!
Chelsea York: Well, we never officially ate for your birthday.
Summer McCoy: Yeah, but creepy Chris and Traci went back to…well, whoever they came from. So, how could we have this?
Chelsea York: She came from New York, and we could just have a little party. Us and…my guy friend…your boyfriend.
Summer McCoy: Guy friend? You mean another boyfriend, right?
Chelsea York: No. Just…a guy…friend.
Summer McCoy: Yeah, and I’m the pink panther.
Summer and Chelsea began to giggle. Summer knew that Chelsea always went for men, and that she always said yes. Not always from desperation, but from pityness against them. Heck, some of them usually will look like shit!
Summer McCoy: Please tell me he doesn’t have a mole.
Chelsea York: No!
Summer McCoy: Braces?
Chelsea York: Nope!
Summer McCoy: He actually looks regular? NO way!
Chelsea York: Yes, he looks nice. Now, is this dinner planned or not?
Summer McCoy: Yes, I guess it can be planned. Oh, but make sure he brings me a present, no questions asked. Buh-bye!
And with that being said, Summer quickly pressed the off button on her cellphone, causing the phone to abruptly turn off. She left Chelsea hanging, and now her boyfriend would have to buy her some sort of a present.
Summer McCoy: Hm…now, what to wear? What to wear…
Summer sighed as she walked over to her huge closet. This closet was just huge. Not, medium sized, just huge! The closet was as big as a master bedroom for some regular house. Plus, a regular bedroom! This closet was the closet thing to perfect. Summer sighed. Although it was pretty much filled up, she didn‘t know what to wear. She continued on her search.
Summer McCoy: Scotty, have any ideas for what I could wear? Hm?
Summer giggled softly as she continued walking, strolling the closet as if it were some park. Well, the walk could be well worth it. She continued walking, until she saw a zebra tank top.
Summer McCoy: Scotty wants me to wear this?
Summer erupted into giggles.
Summer McCoy: No way! I don’t even know why I have that crummy thing in here. I should just about throw it out and burn it, you agree?
Summer rolled her eyes as she quickly grabbed the tank top and threw it on the floor. She knew a maid or someone would pick it up sooner or later. She then approached another tank top, it being just plain red with a pink heart on it.
Summer McCoy: Ugh. You see this? This is just…ugh! I am actually nice enough to keep birthday presents. Not everyone can be rich like me, you know.
Summer giggled softly. She then quickly grabbed it and threw it to the ground, stomping on it a few times. She just wanted to show that she had style, unlike that shirt. She then walked pass a couple of more hideous things in her eyes.
Summer McCoy: Wait…this is a dinner party isn’t it? Not some little playground party, like the ones you attend. No…I need a dress. To the dress closet!
Summer giggled softly as she began to walk. She spotted her closet, in which was filled with dressed. It wasn‘t as big as the previous closet, but it was pretty huge for it being a closet. She sighed, walking in, and knowing she would have some more troubles. She continued walking, spotting a brown dress. She tried to cover up her facial expression, as she approached it.
Summer McCoy: You know, I never knew that people skinned animals just to make dresses. Especially monkeys. I mean, this is just hideous. Who the hell bought me this? And why the hell did I accept it!?
Summer quickly ripped it off of it‘s hanger and held it in her palms. She just gave it a glare. Honestly, one would think that it would rip itself apart, seeing as her glare just…burnt it! She then shook her head and began to rip it apart! She didn‘t care if she would lose a friend, she had many of them as it was. She threw it to the ground and continued her search.
Summer McCoy: Why are there some people in this world that have no taste in style what so ever? I mean, some things in my closet are just wicked ugly. Just…come on! You people need better style, before I stick it up your ass!
Summer giggled softly, but that giggle soon stopped as she approached a dress. Her jaw dropped as she stared at it. She slowly approached it, her jaw slowly returning to it‘s normal state. The dress that she saw was just lovely looking. It was long and pink. Summer grabbed it from it‘s hanger and stared at it.
Summer McCoy: Scotty…Scotty…I think you could wear this. It looks like shit anyways.
Summer giggled as she threw the beautiful dress onto the ground. Most would be wondering why she would make a silly mistake like that, but who knew? She was Summer McCoy.
Summer McCoy: That dress was too long. I might be tall, but I’m not a damn giant! Some people need better knowledge, you know, Scotty? Oh wait, you don’t. You are one of those people, now aren’t you?
Summer giggled softly as she continued walking. She then found a dress that was almost the exact same thing as the other. She grabbed it from it‘s hanger.
Summer McCoy: Now this, this is something I could wear. It’s much shorter than the other dress, so my long, long legs could just be shown.
Summer giggled softly as she grabbed the dress and walked out of the maze-like room. She then stumbled into her bedroom, in which she closed all the doors.
Summer McCoy: Finally a nice dress! This dinner better not suck, or I swear, I will kill somebody. Well, who knows, that somebody might just be Mr. Scotty.
Summer smirked as she grabbed the dress. She placed it back down softly onto the bed and then slowly slipped off her shirt. It was pink, the usual color for her. She then slowly placed it down onto the bed, and then grabbed the bottom of her skirt and pulled it down. Summer was rarely spotted in jeans, and never spotted in sweat pants.
Summer McCoy: Maybe I should just go like this, you know, naked. I do look hot and all, right, Mr. Scotty?
Summer knew it was the truth. Hell, it was. Summer was very good looking. She then slipped on her dress from the top of her head. She took a shower a couple minutes before talking about Scotty, so had no fear in smelling bad. Had she ever? NO.
Summer McCoy: This dress is just gorgeous. People should be bowing down to me once they see me. And hell, I’ll break their legs if they don’t.
Summer giggled softly as she checked herself out in her mirror. Summer was always aggressive like that. Breaking legs, and whatnot. That‘s just how she was. And, most people can‘t believe that such a pretty face, is such a mean girl.
Summer McCoy: Now that I have my dress on, I should call James. Shit! Chelsea should’ve called him earlier to see if he was available. There is no way my boyfriend is missing out on my birthday party. No way!
Summer sighed as she grabbed her white phone that was in her bedroom. Yes, it was white, and not pink. For a change.
Summer McCoy: I hope he’s home…
Summer dialed his number quickly as she placed it up towards her ear, just hoping he would pick up.
Summer McCoy: Yes! Hello?
James Marshall: What’s so yes? Hi babe, how are you?
Summer McCoy: Yes because we have something scheduled tonight, that you cannot miss. Oh, and I’m fine.
James Marshall: What are we doing?
Summer McCoy: Well, since my last little party didn’t happen, I wanted another to work out. Could you meet me at Chelsea’s place? Us two and her boyfriend are having dinner. Please say yes.
James Marshall: Sorry, I’m meeting up with another girl.
Summer almost dropped the phone when she heard that. Her nostrils flared. She wanted to break through the phone and choke him, as well as this girl.
Summer McCoy: WHAT!?
James Marshall: Kidding, babe. I’ll meet you there in a couple minutes.
Summer McCoy: Ugh! That wasn’t funny. I thought you were cheating on me. Don’t EVER say that again!
James Marshall: Sorry, but I have to go, okay? I need to get ready. Bye, I love you.
Summer McCoy: Bye, I love you too.
Summer sighed as she hung up. Her boyfriend was a police officer, so he got paid fairly. It was obvious that she got paid MUCH more than him, but she loved him. Money, for once, didn‘t matter.
Summer McCoy: I hate when he jokes around like that!
Summer mumbled to herself as she gave off a pouting face. She then changed that pouting face into one that was cute. She released off a smile! Summer then stood up and bit her bottom lip, quickly grabbing black heeled shoes.
Summer McCoy: These will do.
As she said that, she quickly placed them on her feet. She smiled softly as she looked at herself from the mirror across from her. She was indeed beautiful.
Summer McCoy: Nothing can spoil this night. Just…
Summer got up from her bed, and paused. She then began to walk towards her door. She opened it, and exited the room. She walked over to her table, in which was sparkling clean. She grabbed her keys and walked towards the door. She grabbed her little coat, that was almost scarf like, and placed it around her neck and body. She then walked towards the door, turned the knob and was half out the door. She turned her head around, facing the camera.
Summer McCoy: Just…nothing.
She gave off a smile as she slammed the pink door to a close. The camera faded off, leaving us with a black screen that soon turned into those annoying commercials, in which everyone wished they didn‘t exsist.
TO BE CONTINUED…
The scene opened up in the usual pink and sparky room. Anyone that would dare to walk in would soon figure out that this room belonged to someone with great taste. Someone who could support a lot of money, and juggle out a lot of things. Anyone could figure on how much money was shed into this persons brain and room itself. Money was as if it grew out of this persons mouth. Things that could be more expensive than ones life would be spotted in here. Thousands and thousands of dollars just in one room. Millions of dollars scattered everywhere. Now, once you would see the room owner, you would melt. She would then proceed to take your money and keep it for herself in a stash that could be hold for money. But, as the day neared to it‘s end, the owner of the household, Summer McCoy, decided that she hated what had approached her last week. She was sick of what happened. How she was disqualified, and how she lost her match and all. But, she wasn‘t going to keep quiet. She was going to shout and shout, all day long. She wants to tear apart LJ Andrews, just like she knows she can.
Summer McCoy: LJ might think winning against me was a big accomplishment, and it was, but he only won because I disqualified myself. Otherwise, I would have his head on my plate, and his eyeballs deep into my fork. I would…EAT HIM ALIVE!
Summer giggled softly. And, one must notice, how she always giggles in her little speeches. It‘s just something that comes out, but that’s how it is. Her giggle was not just a regular school girls giggle. It was a sinister giggle that could crush the ear drums of a deaf man! Dogs would bark horribly at the sound of her giggles.
Summer McCoy: See? What I don’t understand, is how you could be so damn cocky? I have the right to. God damnit, I am Summer McCoy! Do you know who I am? I am Ex-NLCW Women’s Champion, Ex-3WL All Pacific Champion, I am CURRENT UN-Limited X Champion! You could never hold the responsibilities that I hold.
Summer shook her head in agreement with what she had said. She could not believe that he could barge in and win those titles. She knew that he couldn’t hold it all. She just knew it. And, plus, she just hated how people like him would walk into a room and act as if they owned everything. Oh, but he owner very little. In fact, nothing, if you count Summer’s title in.
Summer McCoy: But, we all need to move on from the stupid and horrible moments that happen in life. The moments in which we dread and dread and dread. I will move on. I have someone else to fight this week. Someone who might even be more of a challenge to me than you were. Well, of course a two year old girl would show more accomplishments than you would, so he must be better?
That giggle then appeared back from her lips as it escaped. The giggle would just always turn on and off between moments that we were seeing of her. Summer was the type of girl that would use her looks and actual physical strength to overcome people. Well, her looks usually did come in handy when she is in a federation filled up with men. Summer hated EVERY single man in that federation as well. But, one guy caught her attention the most. Shane. He defeated BomberJake after his long winning streak. Summer was proud of him, and hoped he could continue that up.
Summer McCoy: So, yeah, I am going against this guy named Scotty Blaze? Ugh. Why do they partner me up with the worst wrestlers ever? What the fuck is a Scotty Blaze? It sounds like he sucks even more than LJ does, and that is sad. Hell, it seems he sucks more than EZ Punk! Now, THAT is sad.
Summer shook her head in pity. But, it was obvious should we not pity him when the match came to date. She wouldn‘t cry about it and just let him win. Nope. She wasn‘t that type of girl. She would never let him win a match so easy. Summer would never give in to a match, just like it showed last week. She was almost sent backstage because of a neck injury, but she insisted, and continue fighting in the match. Now, if that wasn‘t courageous, then what is?
Summer McCoy: Scotty, I will even give you a chance here. You can just leave and walk out. I feel bad for a fool like you. You’re new here and don’t understand the power that I possess. I mean, anyone would back up immediately, let’s just hope you have the power to stay in the game with me.
Summer shrugged. She knew that he would most likely fail. It was hard to go up against Summer. I mean, she had the looks and the brain to fool any man, but her strength was just incredible. Everyone was confused on how strong she was when she first joined. She beat up EZ Punk, as easy as it could‘ve been!
Summer McCoy: But, I know we are both having a fun time by you watching this, and me talking about you, but I am actually busy. I have a life, if you ever thought of that. Well, first I have to call Chelsea, and then I have to like ask her if she wants to like go to like the freakin’ like mall!
Summer busted out into laughter.
Summer McCoy: I am so not a girly girl!
Summer smirked softly as she stood up from her comfortable couch. It was pink, as was everything else in the room. She stretched her arms a little, reaching for the sky, and then began to walk. She grabbed a hold of her light pink phone and raised it up to her ear, opening it. She then began to dial it, hearing that annoying ringing noise.
Summer McCoy: Hello?
Chelsea York: Hello?
Summer McCoy: So, what are we doing today? Shopping? Going for something to eat? What? Anything? Just say something!
Chelsea York: Well, we never officially ate for your birthday.
Summer McCoy: Yeah, but creepy Chris and Traci went back to…well, whoever they came from. So, how could we have this?
Chelsea York: She came from New York, and we could just have a little party. Us and…my guy friend…your boyfriend.
Summer McCoy: Guy friend? You mean another boyfriend, right?
Chelsea York: No. Just…a guy…friend.
Summer McCoy: Yeah, and I’m the pink panther.
Summer and Chelsea began to giggle. Summer knew that Chelsea always went for men, and that she always said yes. Not always from desperation, but from pityness against them. Heck, some of them usually will look like shit!
Summer McCoy: Please tell me he doesn’t have a mole.
Chelsea York: No!
Summer McCoy: Braces?
Chelsea York: Nope!
Summer McCoy: He actually looks regular? NO way!
Chelsea York: Yes, he looks nice. Now, is this dinner planned or not?
Summer McCoy: Yes, I guess it can be planned. Oh, but make sure he brings me a present, no questions asked. Buh-bye!
And with that being said, Summer quickly pressed the off button on her cellphone, causing the phone to abruptly turn off. She left Chelsea hanging, and now her boyfriend would have to buy her some sort of a present.
Summer McCoy: Hm…now, what to wear? What to wear…
Summer sighed as she walked over to her huge closet. This closet was just huge. Not, medium sized, just huge! The closet was as big as a master bedroom for some regular house. Plus, a regular bedroom! This closet was the closet thing to perfect. Summer sighed. Although it was pretty much filled up, she didn‘t know what to wear. She continued on her search.
Summer McCoy: Scotty, have any ideas for what I could wear? Hm?
Summer giggled softly as she continued walking, strolling the closet as if it were some park. Well, the walk could be well worth it. She continued walking, until she saw a zebra tank top.
Summer McCoy: Scotty wants me to wear this?
Summer erupted into giggles.
Summer McCoy: No way! I don’t even know why I have that crummy thing in here. I should just about throw it out and burn it, you agree?
Summer rolled her eyes as she quickly grabbed the tank top and threw it on the floor. She knew a maid or someone would pick it up sooner or later. She then approached another tank top, it being just plain red with a pink heart on it.
Summer McCoy: Ugh. You see this? This is just…ugh! I am actually nice enough to keep birthday presents. Not everyone can be rich like me, you know.
Summer giggled softly. She then quickly grabbed it and threw it to the ground, stomping on it a few times. She just wanted to show that she had style, unlike that shirt. She then walked pass a couple of more hideous things in her eyes.
Summer McCoy: Wait…this is a dinner party isn’t it? Not some little playground party, like the ones you attend. No…I need a dress. To the dress closet!
Summer giggled softly as she began to walk. She spotted her closet, in which was filled with dressed. It wasn‘t as big as the previous closet, but it was pretty huge for it being a closet. She sighed, walking in, and knowing she would have some more troubles. She continued walking, spotting a brown dress. She tried to cover up her facial expression, as she approached it.
Summer McCoy: You know, I never knew that people skinned animals just to make dresses. Especially monkeys. I mean, this is just hideous. Who the hell bought me this? And why the hell did I accept it!?
Summer quickly ripped it off of it‘s hanger and held it in her palms. She just gave it a glare. Honestly, one would think that it would rip itself apart, seeing as her glare just…burnt it! She then shook her head and began to rip it apart! She didn‘t care if she would lose a friend, she had many of them as it was. She threw it to the ground and continued her search.
Summer McCoy: Why are there some people in this world that have no taste in style what so ever? I mean, some things in my closet are just wicked ugly. Just…come on! You people need better style, before I stick it up your ass!
Summer giggled softly, but that giggle soon stopped as she approached a dress. Her jaw dropped as she stared at it. She slowly approached it, her jaw slowly returning to it‘s normal state. The dress that she saw was just lovely looking. It was long and pink. Summer grabbed it from it‘s hanger and stared at it.
Summer McCoy: Scotty…Scotty…I think you could wear this. It looks like shit anyways.
Summer giggled as she threw the beautiful dress onto the ground. Most would be wondering why she would make a silly mistake like that, but who knew? She was Summer McCoy.
Summer McCoy: That dress was too long. I might be tall, but I’m not a damn giant! Some people need better knowledge, you know, Scotty? Oh wait, you don’t. You are one of those people, now aren’t you?
Summer giggled softly as she continued walking. She then found a dress that was almost the exact same thing as the other. She grabbed it from it‘s hanger.
Summer McCoy: Now this, this is something I could wear. It’s much shorter than the other dress, so my long, long legs could just be shown.
Summer giggled softly as she grabbed the dress and walked out of the maze-like room. She then stumbled into her bedroom, in which she closed all the doors.
Summer McCoy: Finally a nice dress! This dinner better not suck, or I swear, I will kill somebody. Well, who knows, that somebody might just be Mr. Scotty.
Summer smirked as she grabbed the dress. She placed it back down softly onto the bed and then slowly slipped off her shirt. It was pink, the usual color for her. She then slowly placed it down onto the bed, and then grabbed the bottom of her skirt and pulled it down. Summer was rarely spotted in jeans, and never spotted in sweat pants.
Summer McCoy: Maybe I should just go like this, you know, naked. I do look hot and all, right, Mr. Scotty?
Summer knew it was the truth. Hell, it was. Summer was very good looking. She then slipped on her dress from the top of her head. She took a shower a couple minutes before talking about Scotty, so had no fear in smelling bad. Had she ever? NO.
Summer McCoy: This dress is just gorgeous. People should be bowing down to me once they see me. And hell, I’ll break their legs if they don’t.
Summer giggled softly as she checked herself out in her mirror. Summer was always aggressive like that. Breaking legs, and whatnot. That‘s just how she was. And, most people can‘t believe that such a pretty face, is such a mean girl.
Summer McCoy: Now that I have my dress on, I should call James. Shit! Chelsea should’ve called him earlier to see if he was available. There is no way my boyfriend is missing out on my birthday party. No way!
Summer sighed as she grabbed her white phone that was in her bedroom. Yes, it was white, and not pink. For a change.
Summer McCoy: I hope he’s home…
Summer dialed his number quickly as she placed it up towards her ear, just hoping he would pick up.
Summer McCoy: Yes! Hello?
James Marshall: What’s so yes? Hi babe, how are you?
Summer McCoy: Yes because we have something scheduled tonight, that you cannot miss. Oh, and I’m fine.
James Marshall: What are we doing?
Summer McCoy: Well, since my last little party didn’t happen, I wanted another to work out. Could you meet me at Chelsea’s place? Us two and her boyfriend are having dinner. Please say yes.
James Marshall: Sorry, I’m meeting up with another girl.
Summer almost dropped the phone when she heard that. Her nostrils flared. She wanted to break through the phone and choke him, as well as this girl.
Summer McCoy: WHAT!?
James Marshall: Kidding, babe. I’ll meet you there in a couple minutes.
Summer McCoy: Ugh! That wasn’t funny. I thought you were cheating on me. Don’t EVER say that again!
James Marshall: Sorry, but I have to go, okay? I need to get ready. Bye, I love you.
Summer McCoy: Bye, I love you too.
Summer sighed as she hung up. Her boyfriend was a police officer, so he got paid fairly. It was obvious that she got paid MUCH more than him, but she loved him. Money, for once, didn‘t matter.
Summer McCoy: I hate when he jokes around like that!
Summer mumbled to herself as she gave off a pouting face. She then changed that pouting face into one that was cute. She released off a smile! Summer then stood up and bit her bottom lip, quickly grabbing black heeled shoes.
Summer McCoy: These will do.
As she said that, she quickly placed them on her feet. She smiled softly as she looked at herself from the mirror across from her. She was indeed beautiful.
Summer McCoy: Nothing can spoil this night. Just…
Summer got up from her bed, and paused. She then began to walk towards her door. She opened it, and exited the room. She walked over to her table, in which was sparkling clean. She grabbed her keys and walked towards the door. She grabbed her little coat, that was almost scarf like, and placed it around her neck and body. She then walked towards the door, turned the knob and was half out the door. She turned her head around, facing the camera.
Summer McCoy: Just…nothing.
She gave off a smile as she slammed the pink door to a close. The camera faded off, leaving us with a black screen that soon turned into those annoying commercials, in which everyone wished they didn‘t exsist.
TO BE CONTINUED…
