Anastasia Colby's Story

Anastasia Colby

It had been quiet the week for Anastasia. Not only had she walked 20 miles into town and blistered her feet as well as swollen her ankles, her wallet had been stolen somewhere along the way. Her life had gone to complete shit. It had been shitty before, but now, well...

She was in town in hope of a new opportunity when she signed up for the reality show "Looking For Fame." She'd sent in a half-assed application in hopes of getting some cash to start fresh with again. Sure, she might have people following her for a while, but eventually it'd blow over, right?

When the company called, she couldn't have been more surprised. They had really caught her off guard, but she threw what she had in her bag, finished off her last cigarette, laced up her combat boots and walked to the house. She spotted a guy with long hair and sighed. She assumed he wanted to be a rock star, but then again, who didn't?

She threw her bag on the ground and looked around. It looked like her step dad and mom's house. Big, beautiful and really something else. "Huh," was all she said, now focusing on the guy.

Anastasia Colby

It had been quiet the week for Anastasia. Not only had she walked 20 miles into town and blistered her feet as well as swollen her ankles, her wallet had been stolen somewhere along the way. Her life had gone to complete shit. It had been shitty before, but now, well...

She was in town in hope of a new opportunity when she signed up for the reality show "Looking For Fame." She'd sent in a half-assed application in hopes of getting some cash to start fresh with again. Sure, she might have people following her for a while, but eventually it'd blow over, right?

When the company called, she couldn't have been more surprised. They had really caught her off guard, but she threw what she had in her bag, finished off her last cigarette, laced up her combat boots and walked to the house. She spotted a guy with long hair and sighed. She assumed he wanted to be a rock star, but then again, who didn't?

She threw her bag on the ground and looked around. It looked like her step dad and mom's house. Big, beautiful and really something else. "Huh," was all she said, now focusing on the guy.

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Anastasia looked at Eddie like he was an idiot as he shouted at the stairs. She rolled his eyes at the comment, doubting he'd be banging any girl anytime soon, especially if they were like Anastasia. But...it was very doubtful they were anything like Anastasia. It took talent to be so bitchy.

She sighed when he started playing music, very annoyed. Obviously he had never been in a big house. "Too early for a showmance, sweetheart," he said and she snarled at him, very very annoyed. Is this guy an idiot or what? she wondered, still not having said a word.

Come on everyone else, show the hell up.

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Anastasia only rolled her eyes. "So, how did you get here? Did they enjoy what you wrote or did you fuck someone to get here?" the man asked her. She sighed and crossed her arms. "You know, that's what I'm wondering about you," she said, resting one foot on the wall.

Another person walked in and Anastasia eyed her momentarily. She obviously had never been in a big house. "Well, I guess this is our home for the next 5 months eh?" the girl asked, and then bit her lip. Anastasia felt bad for looking so mad and smiled at her and shrugged. "I guess so."

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Anastasia looked over the fries being offered and took one. "Thank you," she said. "I'm Anastasia, by the way, but you can call me Nastia," she added. She looked both of them over again and grabbed her bag pack. She then noticed Roxy struggling with her bag.

"I can help you with that," she offered, slinging her own bag over her shoulder and running her hands through her hair. She wondered what they thought of her in her army green cargo pants, black tight tank top and black combat boots as well as a red bandana in her hair and sunglasses on top of those.

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Anastasia watched everybody, very displeased. She counted everyone as they came in and assumed that everyone was accounted for before throwing her bags into a room and people watching further. She hadn't said hi to any of the new comers, mostly because they seemed too fascinated with the house or picking out a room or fidgeting or trying to get along.

This was not really Anastasia's cup of tea. Socializing, although easy to do proved to be less rewarded than energy draining when around the wrong people. Also, because of Anastasia's other-wordly views and poetic nature, people didn't tend to understand what she meant or where she was coming from with most of her comments. Usually, she came off a bit rude and prudish, but she was far from it.

Now, Anastasia did enjoy other's company. She found humans to be the most eccentric fascinating things on the face of the planet and planned on devoting her life to understanding human nature, however, that had failed when she got kicked off of her campus for a mishap.

She smiled in the general direction of the people out of their rooms. She couldn't help but have a weird feeling about the guy with dread locks, but she shook it off and continued scanning the people. Besides the dread lock guy, two girls had showed up. One was in amazement about the house, the other came off as a little snobby. Anastasia just shrugged to herself and tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for something interesting to happen. After all, this was a reality show, wasn't it? And she'd seen enough of the "Real Housewives" to know that those were full of drama.

Eddie's eyes opened wide when she said the top floor. He dropped the case and looked up at the stairs. "Oh...crap." He grunted to himself. He noticed the others arrived, and then he saw the guy with Dreads and was almost reminded of himself. "Hey, dreads." He called over. "Care to lend me a hand?" Then he noticed the chick who seemed like the snobby, generic bitch in every reality show. Eddie leaned to Anastasia and whispered "Remind me not to get in a bar fight with her." He held back his smile, switching the song on his phone.

Gideon hadn't believed his luck. He'd met a killer hot girl, banged her, gotten totally wasted and went down to Nevada to try his luck, won a couple thousand dollars, and then, he got the phone call.

"Gideon Caldwell?" The man on the other end of the phone had said.
"Yeah, what's up?" He had replied in his Scottish accent. He was shocked when the man inhaled deeply.
"Hadn't expected an accent, kid. Anyway, how would you like to be famous?"
Gideon had smiled brightly, an almost evil grin. "I'd love to,"

The man had given him all the information he'd needed, and then he picked up his whole life, quit his job, left his apartment totally empty (not like he'd had much...a mattress, some clothes, his guitar, a shitty laptop and a bong). He walked up to the house, having left his motorcycle in the driveway, and opened the door.

"No worries, ladies, the true stud is here," He said, giving a wink and smiling is charming smile. "Now, where can a man get a drink around here?"

"Maybe when I get to know you better I will let you know, bit of a personal thing. If you get what I mean?" she asked. "I am stronger than I look don't you worry about meeee!" she mumbled as se hoisted the bag up the stairs.
She went to pull it again and the handle broke of and she fell down the stairs. Smashing her head on each step on the way down following the trail of her very heavy suitcase. Which now was at the very bottom of the staircase.
"Bolox!" She shouted and rubbed her forehead as it bled.

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Anastasia looked around at everyone and smiled sweetly at the new people. She watched them struggle with the bag and giggled to herself for a moment before biting her lip and becoming serious again, watching everyone with curiosity. She hoped no one had noticed her giggling.

Don't act crazy, Nastia. There are people watching.

May was just watching TV as she heard voices from the hallway. "Sweet, people!" She got up and made sure her clothes looked neat enough and she dicided to glide into the hallway on her pennyboard. She gracefully entered the hallway. "Heeey, so this is where the party's at?" She laughs and loks around. The people seemed cool enough. "Heey, anyone's hungry? I'm kinda hungry."
She yawned lightly. "Soo, I'm May, nice to meet you all..."

Roxy rubbed her forehead once more and tried to help herself to the floor and got up and brushed herself off. She was embarrassed at the fact she had fallen down the stairs trying to receive her bag. She had cut her forehead and bruised her elbows. Her forehead poured with blood as she stared at the people staring at her. She felt her cheeks run with blood ad heat and walked to grab her bag in a humph!

"My head!" She said to herself effing and blinding at what she had done.
She heard a girl say, "Heey, anyone's hungry? I'm kinda hungry."
"Nope! " She snapped not meaning to but had a headache due to her fall and the fact nobody helped her up.