"A little to the right! No, the other right!" "Careful!" "Fix your hair!"

The set is a total mess, like it is every morning. Stylists are rushing on and off while actors try to get in the right position, adjusting their knees and straightening their shoulders. I'm sitting on a rock-hard couch, watching the cameramen fiddle with their cameras.

"Brooklyn! Turn away from the camera!"

Oops. I turn around silently so my back is facing the camera and wait, listening to the shouts around me while pretending to scribble on a sheet of paper. Finally, we're told to begin and the cameras start rolling.

"I'm home," Zoe-as-Autumn calls, stepping into the frame. I turn around and flash her a bright smile.

"Hey Autumn," I reply, fake-chewing the back of the pencil I'm supposed to be using for homework. Zoe/Autumn glares at me and crosses her arms.

"Stop that nice girl act, you stole my dress and you know it," she accuses, pointing a ragged fingernail at me.

"I—what?" I ask as my character, dropping my pencil.

"You stole my dress!" Zoe/Autumn repeats with a huff.

"Cut!" Phill, an asistant director, yells. "Zoe, you know that's not your line!"

"I-I forgot," Zoe mutters, looking down. Phil rolls his eyes and gulps down his water.

"Whatever. Brooklyn, go down to Sabrina's office," Phil instructs. "Let's run that again. Kelly, go stand in for Brooklyn."

"Wait, what?" I ask. "Why?"

Phil doesn't answer me so I grab my bag and hurry down the hall as Zoe starts yelling again. I approach our co-director Sabrina Camberman's office at the end of the hall and hesitate for a minute before knocking on the door.

"Come in," she calls. I step inside, glancing around the spacious office before focusing on Sabrina, who's sitting at her desk, typing furiously. She looks up and quickly closes the window when she spots me.

"Oh, it's you. Sit down, Brooklyn."

"Um, thank you." I stiffly lower myself onto the chair across from her. The sound of her clicking on her mouse echoes through the room as I wait for Sabrina to speak again. Finally, she turns her computer to face me, then sits back in her seat. I look at the screen. It's the Secret Sentral article. My hands start sweating.

"I-I didn't—" I begin, but Sabrina interrupts me.

"I'm not saying you did anything," she says, placing her hand on mine, "but I would like to know your side of the story."

My heart beat slows and I nod, rewinding my memory back to that day.

"Um, well, we just found out that I was nominated for, you know, the MVA award," I start, blushing slightly. Sabrina smiles and that encourages me on. "Well, then, um, Jen made that comment for fun because, well." I look down.

"You don't think very highly of your co-stars," Sabrina notes. I shrug.

"I guess, well, you know the rest," I say with a sigh. Sabrina nods.

"Thank you, Brooklyn."

"Am I in trouble?" I ask nervously. Sabrina just shakes her head.

"Call Zoe in, please."

I hurry out of the office, through the hallways, up a flight of real stairs, and back to the set, where Zoe-as-Autumn is currently throwing a pencil at Alexis-as-Summer. I cut her off in the middle of yelling, "You little brat!" and tell her that Sabrina wants to see her.

"Let her know I'll be there after this scene," Zoe snaps. I roll my eyes. So does Phil.

"Zoe—go."

"Sorry," Zoe mumbles, making her way out. We're silent as she pulls open the door and hurries past one of the windows to the hallway, but then Phil gets straight back to business.

"All right, let's do the scene where Aspen argues with Summer. Autumn has just left the room and Aspen is mad."

I hurry into position, then begin yelling as I walk into the frame, waving my hands wildly.

"Summer, you stole my dress again, didn't you? The blue one? You knew I wanted to wear it to the party today and yet you used your perfectly manicured little hands to snatch it straight out of my wardrobe and wear it to the concert. When Mom and Dad hear about this, their opinion of you is going to completely change, you hear me? They're going to—"

"What?" Alexis/Summer looks up, her face wearing a ridiculously unbelievable shocked expression. "I would never steal your dress!"

"Why else would it have gone missing?" I snap back.

"The blue dress?" Alexis/Summer's eyebrow's knit and she closes her eyes as if in deep concentration, but then they fly back open and she cries out, "I remember now! Autumn was the one who stole your dress! She was looking through your closet just five minutes ago, trying to find the thing."

"Autumn stole my dress? Why would Autumn steal my dress? She doesn't even care about that sort of stuff."

Alexis/Summer smirks. "Maybe you don't know her nearly as well as I do, then," she replies, her voice sweet but her eyes wicked. I cross my arms.

"Are you implying that I, Aspen Sanders, don't—"

"I can't believe you, Brooklyn Stone!" Alexis and I jump and turn to the door of the "living room" as Zoe storms through it, arms crossed. "How could you make fun of Alexis and me like that? And in front of a reporter—"
"She what?" Alexis jumps up from the couch she's sitting on and runs over to Zoe, snatching Zoe's phone out of Zoe's hand. Her face darkens as she reads something on the screen. I can't see what she sees from my spot, but something tells me that, displayed on the screen of Zoe's phone, is last night's article from Secret Sentral. My suspicions are confirmed when Alexis turns and narrows her eyes at me. "You will pay for this, Brooklyn. And Secret Sentral will too."

I watch in disbelief, helpless, as Alexis whispers something to Zoe, then the two of them go storming off set. The silence left is practically tangible, the tension is so thick. Finally, Phil clears his throat and motions for me to get back on set.

"Let's rehearse that scene again while we wait for them to get back. The lighting on your face looked a little off to me."

"Sure," I agree, my mouth dry as I move back to the stairs. Seeing Alexis and Zoe's reactions has made me realize just how bad this situation really is. Sure, we've been caught on camera fighting before, but believe it or not, never, not once, have we been caught saying bad things about each other with proof.

"Brooklyn?"

"Right, sorry." I adjust my stance, then take a deep breath, channeling all my anger at Secret Sentral into my words.

Catfight on Campus

It looks like Secret Sentral has some apologizing to do...or do we? After all, Brooklyn Stone spoke her insults yesterday at a very public place. Alexis Smith and Zoe O'Shea found out about her little slip-up on the set of Sister Struggles this morning and have been having mini-catfights since then. Smith and O'Shea have twice broken the fourth wall during a scene to hurl insults at Stone. What could this mean for the future of Sister Struggles? Subscribe to get the latest updates on this matter.