Teen Idle

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Heyyy, what's up folks? Sadie here.

I'm back with another blog for #QOTApril! This time for the Action Actor/Actress prompt. I believe the word count is 1052. If you wanna read it on wattpad, click here!

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Chelsea Harriet. That's me. A famous Hollywood actress. I've been working hard in the business since the age of thirteen. I've done many bad gigs, however now I write, direct, and act in my own shows and films. I am definitely on top of the food chain. I am invited to premiers and fashion shows every other night, and everyday I am busy with acting/directing/doing something fitness related. I'm a skinny blonde, so people often viewed me as 'perfect'. I don't mind, although with that 'perfectness' came a lot of hate. However I choose to ignore the hate and just power through, with a bright white smile. Yeup. 'Perfect'.

I was finishing up a spy scene. I had done gymnastics, horse riding, and parkour growing up because it was good for acting in superhero roles and particularly 'feminine' characters (as most teenagers did gymnastics in the shows I did as a kid). Instead nowadays I just do gymnastics and regular gym training with my personal trainer Yasmine Lylanne. I stood tall amongst all the fake bad guys I'd just 'killed'. "I told every single one of you, this money," I held up a brief case that was handcuffed to my wrist, "belongs to me." "CUT!! That's a wrap for the day! Chelsea, great job. That handspring was very neat. Jason, I like the accent keep it strong. Klaus, those facial expressions were fantastic. Let's call it a night guys," the director of the show, Liam Greyson, said slash shouted.

I smiled. "Great! Thanks, Liam, and great job everyone. Holly, keep up with that training and you'll be able to do the kick even better. Jerry, I really like how you're mimicking Jason's accent but maybe make it a bit stronger," I said, as one of the prop team uncuffed the case from around my wrist. I smiled once more, waved at everyone before heading out to my trailer. This is where I got out of my skin tight spy suit and put on some regular clothes. I put on a white button down shirt, plain black tro, black ankle boots, and a pair of black sunglasses. I also had my black and white Louise Vutten handbag with me. I headed out into my car, and drove myself back to my lovely little house.

Once I was back at my house, I left my handbag on an armchair before trailing through into the kitchen. I made myself a cup of lemon and ginger tea, whilst the kettle was boiling I changed into some pyjamas, once I'd made the lovely warm cuppa I walked through to the living room and curled up on the couch with my legs up beside me. I switched the television on, and chose to watch one of the old films I'd directed called 'Hailey Mailey : The Movie'. Gosh it was such a classic. Back then I had barely any experience, and now? Well the tides had certainly turned. I watched the film with a soft smile. The memories of being on set.. how fantastic the actors were.. the crew being so helpful.. how th- THUMP. I frowned. I didn't that being in the film. Maybe this DVD was skippy?

Then I heard the sound again, except it was a bit louder. I reached forward, grabbed the remote control, and hit mute. I kept hearing the sounds. I swallowed thickly, before having one more sip of my tea. I had locked the door, how did they g- the window. I'd left the loft window open so that my sister could get some fresh air whilst staying there.. my sister must not have closed it when she'd left around midday. Thank goodness she'd at least locked the door. I carefully set my cup down onto a coaster, before quietly standing up. Thank the high heavens that my floor boards weren't creaky. I shuffled around to the door, staying behind it as it was already open. I heard muffled voices, and she took deep breaths. Time to take my fake spy training into the real world, right? A man, tall, wearing all black clothes including a mask up to her nose, walked through. Before they turned around, I jumped onto their back and wrapped my arms around his face. My forearms were suffocating him, and he couldn't get her off. As soon as he started falling to the floor, I stepped down and gently set him down to stay silent.

I was scared. Of course I was scared! However my phone was upstairs in her bedroom, and I could hear around another three people coming down the stairs. I had to fight them, to get to my phone, to call the police. Okay Chelsea, I told myself, you've been doing this in films for years.. this time it's just real, and without rehearsal. When I heard another walking through, I knew my plan. I was behind the door again. As they walked in I elbowed their face, whilst kneeing them in the crotch. Since they were a male as well, it certainly hurt. I slid underneath their legs (yay non-creaky wooden flooring) as they were collapsing to another person. As I flicked herself up (arms beside head and then leaping up legs first style) I kicked them in the face. As they bent over because of the pain, and I was still standing I roughly grabbed them by their hair and shoved their face down as my knee came up. Yeup, that was gonna leave a mark.

The fourth, and the final, of the bad guys approached me quickly and punched me in the stomach. I stumbled back against the wall, which gave them the opportunity to pin me up against the wall via my throat and they did. I glared at them, right. Stay calm, Chelsea, you've got this. Instead of panicking like most people do, I kneed their crotch like the second guy which cause them to stumble back. I grabbed a vase from a nearby table, and smacked it over their head. After making sure all of them were unconscious, I dashed upstairs to her room. I got my phone, and dialled 911. "Hello? Yes, my name is Chelsea Harriet and I've just been attacked in my own home." Shame.. I really liked that vase.

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Ta dah!

I sincerely hope you all enjoyed todays little blog. That is all I've got for now! However I may be posting more later because of the current challenges going on. As always..

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