Pizza, Rainbows, and a Movie Star

The glowing screen of your computer mocks you, a blank canvas waiting for the next fabricated headline about Hollywood's elite. Beside you, Bowser, your tiny water turtle, offers silent, judgmental company from his tank, munching on lettuce with a deadpan stare.

"I got nothing," you mutter, frustration simmering. You abandon the cursor's blinking challenge, opting instead to doodle swirling green glittery ink clouds on your pink jean shorts, adding to the colorful chaos already there.

Another sigh escapes you. Your boss expects sensationalism, and your latest assignment, the seemingly squeaky-clean movie star Luke Walker, offers little to work with. You chew on a string of your Nyan Cat hoodie, glaring at the keyboard, wishing the story would just type itself.

The blare of your phone alarm—Bacon Pancakes—shatters the quiet, a jarring reminder that your night is far from over. Gossip column by day (or night), pizza delivery by… also night. You sling your Lisa Frank mini backpack over your shoulder, double-check the six locks on your door, and slip out your bedroom window, ready to face the Los Angeles night.