My hope is slowly dying from never getting a break. I walk back over to Veronica so she can wipe all this makeup off my face.

Night Terrors. That's the episode that we just acted out for Ancient History.

I'm so excited to just have one day just to go to my own home, and take a nap. I couldn't care less about anything else, I just want a nap. But sadly, that will never happen.

I sit down in my chair, and feel the caked on makeup be scrubbed off my face.

Veronica had a british accent, so she kinda reminded me of Garroth when she spoke. Of course she used our slang, but her accent was different.

"Y/N, I heard Marty's giving you all a day off tomorrow."

My eyes widened at her simple sentence. As in, a day I have full of hope, and don't need to Laurance's ugly face.

A break!

The one thing I've been wanting is finally coming to me.

Thank you Marty!

Veronica loves to gossip. It's creepy how fast she can gain, and give out information. You want information on something, you go to Veronica.

A loud crash was heard.

"Gah, Alex!"

"I'm sorry Laurance!"

Alex ran over behind my chair by Veronica. Laurance stormed into the room with his shirt a mess.

"Where is she?!" He yelled.

Marty walked into the room, "Laurance, calm down! You need to pay attention to where you're walking. Now, go get ready! Alex, you can come out of hiding now."

I watched both Marty and Laurance walk away. Alex popped up from her hiding place.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I didn't mean to, honest! I was carrying two things at once. I had a few boxes in my hands full of the stuff we used to prank Shawn with for Ancient History, and there was a coffee of Shawn's on top of the boxes and... And Laurance walked into the room and bumped into me. He was on his phone, and both him and his phone became a target..." She said in a rushed voice, and then bit her hand.

I rolled my eyes with a smile, "Calm down. You're fine. It was all that big dingus' fail anyway. You did nothing wrong."

I've gotten used to her talking extremely fast to the point where I can make out what she's saying easily.

"He hates me now..."

"He doesn't hate you," I began. "Now, get ready before Marty starts to yell at you."

"Alright, bye Y/N..."

Veronica giggled, "The both of your relationship is very adorable to watch. Now, why don't you follow you own advise and go get dressed?"

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It feels good to actually be able to wear pants for Ancient History, without being made to look pregnant.

This outfit is actually kinda cute...

In the past, we've actually made a song about how good it feels about wearing pants. Kawaii~Chan and Aphmau didn't really care much for our song considering they'd wear dresses everyday if they could, but, eh whatever.

Since in Ancient History we wear a new costume every episode, our stylists have picked out a outfit for us that matches our characters choice in outfits, or matches their personality. Considering our characters are basically based off of us, they pick an outfit that reminds them of us.

I walked onto the chosen set for the photoshoot. That's when I saw Alex and Katelyn.

I watched a few of the boys walk in, and I like how the stylists did their outfits. Garroth had his fingerless gloves, and Vylad had a scarf.

I rolled my eyes and watched Aphmau and Kawaii~Chan walk in. Notice who hasn't come in yet? Laurance.

This is typical. Laurance is always late, and the last one here. Once for Phoenix Drop High, we waited an entire hour for him to show up to do the pictures that involved him. That's the thing, he doesn't care. He's changed, and I admit it, I miss the old Laurance.

About ten minutes later, everybody is still waiting for Laurance to arrive. Marty is apologizing to the photographer about Laurance being late, and that he'll pay him extra just for this problem.

"I promise you," he began. "There will be extra money, and I will personally talk to Laurance about his problem with being late all the time."

This better not affect our day off tomorrow.

As if on que, Laurance walks in late as usual. He asks like nothing is the problem. That dingus.

"About time," I hiss.

Alex rolled her eyes, "A baboon's butt could make it on time before you ever could."

He simply rolled his eyes at us.

The photographer clapped his hands together, "Ok! Now that we have everyone, let's begin with the ladies. Ladies, if you will?"

I stuck my tongue out at Laurance, and walked over by the photographer.

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Some of the pictures came out really cute. I have a few favorites.

That's when Aphmau walked over to me, "Hey Y/N! Tomorrow we're having a party at my house to celebrate the day off. Everybody's coming, you in?"

I cocked an eyebrow, "Is Marty ok with this?"

"It was Marty's idea."

My heart stopped, "Oh my Irene, the Marty Frost is letting us have a party?"

Aphmau smiled, "You make it sound like he never let's us have parties. So, you coming or what?"

"I'll be there."

I didn't know of what craziness was to be bestowed upon me.