Just as I finished my project (and watched a few episodes of American Horror Story, which I love because there's one person who looks awfully like my mom), Fletcher, my brother, called me for dinner.
The three of us sat at the round table, eating my mother's famous meatloaf, which was absolutely delicious.
"So, Rosie, what's up with school? Like, how is it?" Fletcher asked, his mouth full of mashed potatoes.
"Fletcher, we go to the same school, and I'm only a year younger than you, so you don't have to always act like my older brother." I smiled. "Anyways, school is fucking terrible, Ms. Harley won't let me doodle in class,"
"You're not supposed to be doodling in class," Fletcher said, shaking his head and squinting his eyes as if stating the obvious.
"Whatever," I rolled my eyes at him, continuing to eat my meatloaf and pretending to not be disgusted as Fletcher stuffed his mouth with it.
He finished his plate in a matter of minutes, burping loudly and laughing after.
"Ew, gross! Fletcher, get your curly haired ass, Wyatt Oleff looking ass outta here before I kick you," I teased, pretending to kick him.
"Okay, okay, bye," He walked to his room, laughing.
I was looking through my Instagram, minding my own business when the phone in the kitchen started ringing.
"Hello?" I heard my mom pick it up. "Oh, okay, Rosie! It's for you! Karen, your agent, she's on the phone," Mom called to me as I walked towards her and took the white phone into my hands (that were painted in stripes, a masterpiece of mine).
"Uh, yeah?" I nervously spoke into the phone.
"Hey, Rosie, it's your agent. I think I've found a way to get you into Hollywood. Ever heard of Finn Wolfhard?"
"What?" I said, perplexed. "What do you mean?"
"Come to my office tomorrow and we'll talk." Karen said before hanging up, leaving my jaw dropped and my mind yearning for more answers.
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Dla nastolatków"Rosie, it's me, your agent. I think we've found a way to get you in Hollywood. Ever heard of Finn Wolfhard?"
