No Boundaries](along with intro of me)

Before I start my newest and First (yay!) series, I'd like to introduce myself; I am Emily. I laugh too much, I sing too loud, and I joke a LOT. I love my friends and family. I don't care if you like my silly stuff or not, I'm just me...Deal with it. I love my doggies: Gabby and Lana, let's not forget my sweet hymalain: Snickers and I love nerds (yep, you heard me), they are just so cute I wanna squeeze em! Anyways, my passions are art,singing,and what I'm here to do: Write. It doesn't matter what I write, Songs, Poems, Jokes, it's all here in one little website I can call my own (almost). Just sit back, take a quick bathroom break, get your popcorn, whatever...and ride along in the wagon of joy (I know, SO corny). So, for this story we will call the main character...Collete (I've been obsessed with that name ever since I read it in The Series of Unfortunate Events series).

As the bell rang for the final hearing of 'prison' (school), I walked through the halls searching for friends and saying my final goodbyes. As my friends approached I couldn't utter the final words that would be gone with the wind. We hugged. Laughed. Cried. Hugged some more and went our seperate ways toward destiny.
"Hey, Cleo." Brian always called me that when he was depressed. As I stuttered a reply his arms embraced me in a heart warming hug, I wrapped mine around his neck, holding onto this final moment together, feeling the curls that framed his face oh so perfectly.
"Goodbye..." Then and there the tears streamed down my face, a waterfall, an overflown waterfall of tears. No more school, no more seeing each other each day, no more childhood....it was just us and choices from now on. Off we were to live the live long life .
As I reached into the drive, I began to wonder...Brian would call? Wouldn't they all? Were we going to stay in touch? I mean, sure we might venture into our own lives and occasionally forget in all the drama but, still...I entered toward the house to be welcomed with a hearty hello. Mom. Gotta love her.
"Hey, sweetie!"
"Hey, mom..."
"What's wrong?" Did mother's have a sixth sense or something? "Well, I have to leave...everything. All I've ever known is Grand Prairie, Texas. How am I supposed to fit in in Hollywood?"
"Oh, it's okay. I'll be there, right in here." She pointed her well manicured nails towards her fragile heart.
"Thanks, momma (it's what I call her, yeah, I'm a wimp). You always know what to say. I gave her a hug and huddled upstairs, absorbing the house, the sounds, the smell, like a sponge. What could I say? All I ever wanted was to get out of small town life...now, I didn't want to leave.

The drive through N.Y. consisted of too many lights, lots of traffic, and idiots unable to detect cars RIGHT in front of them. Great. As I awoke the next morning, the air smelt of gas and gum....whoo hoo? As I strolled through the streets, I stared through the billboards, people, the buildings. Then, I stared at the address written on my hand: 126 Roadmane Ave. I slipped through the sea of people, finally finding the address. I went in, settling my bags, then decided to find something to wear.
I settled for a white tank top, a baggy gray vest, and dark skinny jeans complete with blue converses. I entered the streets eager to job hunt! (mom gave me the money for the apt.) I stopped at a certain building to see a new movie...starring Brian! His dream was always acting(mine was singing AND acting). Then I read closer...it read:

Be Mine Starring: Brian Willconter and Celia Condor
What?! Celia, the popular girl who was drooling over Brian for years (like me) was now doing a movie with him?! As tears stained my cheeks a went to job hunt again. I had been searching for only a few minutes and found a casting audition...it read:

Witch Please! Casting auditions Dec. 19