Jills, Errrka, and Ata... Oh My!

 

 

            The sun rose over the bright town of Testyville, and over one house in particular. This particular establishment housed three of Testyville’s most intelligent, inventive, imaginative and just all around great gals. These three gals were Erickagere, Atavanhalen, and Jirrith2007. There was no telling what sort of things could happen with these three under one roof.

            Down stairs in the living room, Ata was furiously typing away on her laptop, deeply immersed in her latest story, wracking her brains with ideas of how she should continue on and what kind of drama there should be.

            A bedroom door opening followed by a yawn alerted her that one of her fellow housemates had just woken up. A few scuffling feet later, she saw Ericka’s form at the top of the staircase.

            “Good morning Ata,” Ericka let out another yawn as she slowly trudged down the stairs.

            “Morning,” Ata said with a smile in her direction. “Coffee’s ready if you want some.”

            “Eh, I think I’ll pass for now. Figured out anything else?” Ericka said as she plopped down on the chair across from Ata, folding her knees up to her chest.

            “Not yet. These characters are absolutely killing me! They all just have a mind of their own, and won’t let me in on their plan right now. But I’ll find out what they’re planning soon enough,” Ata mumbled while staring at the screen.

            “Any clue on what Jilly is up to?” Ericka questioned.

            “I haven’t heard from her since last night. Usually she’s up already though. Let’s go check on her,” Ata said while standing up.

            Following Ata’s lead, Ericka also stood up and the duo made their way back up the stairs to their friend’s room. They could see from under the door that the light was on in her room.

            “Jilly, are you awake?” Ericka called out as she knocked in the door to which there was no answer.

            “Hey besty, you really need to get up,” Ata stated loudly.

            When there was still no answer from the other side of the door, they took it upon themselves and slowly opened the door. They chuckled when they saw Jirrith fast asleep, her head resting on the keyboard of her laptop while music flowed out of the speakers.

            “I wonder how late she was up last night,” Ata muttered while walking over.

            “Jilly, you need to wake up hun,” Ericka said while gently placing a hand on Jirrith’s shoulder.

            “I’m on a boat!” Jirrith exclaimed as she sat bolt upright in her seat.

            “You and that song,” Ata muttered, a smile on her face as she shook her head.

            “You’re just jealous ‘cuz I’m flippin’ burgers while you’re at Kinko’s flippin’ copies,” Jirrith said in a serious tone, then suddenly burst out laughing. “But seriously now, what’s up?”

            “Well Jilly Billy, we have a busy day ahead of us, and we just wanted to make sure you were up. How late did you stay up last night?” Ericka asked.

            “Uh… I think a little too late. But I was distracted! I came up with these great ideas for new stories, and I was also talking to a friend!” she defended.

            “Oh! What kind of ideas?” Ericka asked excitedly.

            “You’ll see soon enough. So, what’s on the agenda for today?” Jirrith asked, stretching while standing up.

            “Just the usual,” Ata sighed. “Interviewing people that we’re most likely going to turn away, and finishing up our editions to come out tomorrow.”

            The three girls ran Testyville’s top paper, filled with poems, social news, art and mainly stories. They interviewed countless people who wanted their work to go into the paper, but most of the stories they read hardly ever got in. The talent pool was seriously depleted these days.

            “I see. Oh crap! What time is it? I have a meeting with Mr. President today!” Jirrith exclaimed jumping up and dashing frantically around her room.

            “It’s 11:00,” Ericka replied while looking at the time on her phone.

            “That’s great, since my meeting isn’t until 1:30. I guess I could help you with a couple interviews until I have to leave,” Jirrith trailed off while looking at her watch.

            “You’re seriously out your tree,” Ata laughed, turning and walking out of the room, Ericka following in her footsteps.

            “That’s just great! I didn’t even know that I had a tree!” Jirrith called out.

            “It’s just a saying!” Ata called back.

            “Oh yes! Another one of Ata’s words of genius!” Jirrith laughed.

 

            Ata sat at her desk staring down at document that was placed in front of her. She stared down at it as if it contained some nasty disease.

            “I’m sorry, but I can’t put this in the paper,” she stated while pushing the paper across the desk.

            The girl sitting across from her just stared in disbelief. Her lips opened as if she were going to say something, but no words came out. Her lips trembled, betraying how she really felt as she spoke.

            “And why exactly can’t you publish my story?” she protested.

            “Because this,” Ata said while waving the paper around, “is crap. This story has no depth to it, there are so many grammar and spelling mistakes that I just wanted to rip it up. It’s cliché and boring, and to top it off… it’s only a paragraph long. Come back when you learn proper grammar, and make the story more original and longer. Goodbye.”

            “You’re going to regret! I’m going to be a famous writer someday!” the girl spat as she walked out of Ata’s office.

            “Yeah, like in your next life,” Ata muttered while staring at the seat that had been previously occupied. Their days were often like this, but only sometimes when the people were rejected, it was a lot worse.

            “Another bad one?” Ericka asked while walking into Ata’s office.

            “You don’t even know. How can people expect to get anywhere these days with poor spelling and grammar? It makes my insides twist just thinking about it. And they think they can get off with writing just a paragraph or two. How the hell is a story interesting when there are no details to it? They just state things, like he did this, or he did that, or so and so sat down. There is no creativity! People are seriously out of their trees, thinking that they can write!” Ata exclaimed in frustration while pulling on her hair.

            “Don’t worry Ata, I’m sure that things will change soon,” Ericka said hopefully as she made her way out of the room.

            “They better, or else I’ll go ape shit on someone,” she said to herself while looking over her schedule.

            “Hey, I’m off to my meeting. Want me to pick you anything up while I’m out?” Jirrith asked while popping her head into the doorway.

            “Yeah, if you can find any original talent, send them my way,” Ata said sarcastically.

            “It was that bad today, eh? Who was it today?”

            “Just one of the annoying little bitches who thinks that she has been blessed with talent. I think her name was Brittany or something,” Ata said while shaking her head.

            “Oh, I remember talking to her before. She’s very annoying, nobody really likes her. The only people that do like her are the ones that she’s brainwashed,” Jirrith laughed.

            Off in the distance they heard the sound of their doorbell.

            “I’ll get that, since I’m on my way out!” Jirrith called out so that Ericka could hear her. “I’ll talk to you later besty,” she gave Ata a grin before walking away.

            “Hey, is Ericka here?” asked a man as he stood at the front door looking cool and relaxed.

            “Ericka! It’s for you! One of your many admirers! Go ahead and come in and make yourself comfortable while you wait for her. Have fun,” she gave him a warm smile as he stepped inside and she stepped out, closing the door behind her.

           

            Jirrith sat in the waiting room as the President was currently busy with other affairs going on around Testyville. Her eyes landed on a particular picture, one which portrayed a man smiling, his arm slung around the shoulders of another man. It was actually President Yanks along with none other than Paul McCartney.

            “The President will see you now Ms. Jirrith,” the receptionist said with a plastered on smile that she most likely wore every day.

            Jirrith nodded as she stood up, taking her eyes off of the pictures on the wall, taking a deep breath and strolled into the office.

            “Good afternoon President Yanks,” she greeted, shaking his hand before he gestured her to take a seat in the chair opposite from him.

            “You’re probably wondering why I wanted to have a conference with you, are you not?” he stated, twirling around in his chair so that he was looking out of the window.

            “Of course,” she responded, wondering where he was going with this.

            “Well, I just wanted to say that even though you, Ericka and Ata are three of our best writers, your newspaper is still absolutely horrible. The things people come up with these days are absolutely horrifying. This needs to change,” he said seriously, folding his hands as he turned around once more to face her.

            “I know it does sir, but I don’t know how we can change it. The works that people submit are absolute shit, and they really don’t have any imagination anymore. It’s hard when you have good writers who are scared away because the fan base doesn’t like them since they have nothing to do with drama or romance. What do you suggest I do sir?” She asked, slightly defeated as she held her head in her hands.

            “I believe that you should hold a contest,” he stated.

            “A contest?” Jirrith asked in disbelief.

            “Yes, a contest. I can just see it now. It will be absolutely great! You will hold a contest trying to find a new addition to your writing staff so we don’t have the same crappy romance stories all the time. In fact, the genres of romance and drama will not be allowed. Any other genre will be accepted, and the winner will be published in your paper,” Yanks explained, his eyes lighting up as his genius ignited.

            “That’s a great idea sir! I’ll get on it right away, and I’m sure that Ata and Ericka will be willing to support this idea whole-heartedly,” she said excitedly.

            “Very well, you are excused. Oh, and Jirrith?” he said as she stood up.

            “Yes sir?”

            “I told you that Cleveland sucks,” he teased before she stuck her tongue out at him before making her way out of the office.

 

            “A contest huh?” Ata said as the three amigos sat down for dinner later that night.

            “I think that’s a cool idea!” Ericka said while nodding her head.

            “Yeah, I think it’s a great idea. It would be a good way to get the creative juices flowing in the people out there. And since romance and drama aren’t allowed, we should really see some interesting stories flow in,” Jirrith said excitedly as the doorbell rang.

            “I’ll get it,” Ata volunteered, rolling her eyes as she stood up and walked towards the front door. “Hey, it’s Ho Fo Sho,” she said loud enough for Ericka and Jirrith to hear her.

            Jirrith bolted out of her chair to run over to Ata. “Tell him I’m not here,” she said before bolting off in a different direction before Ata opened the door.

            When Ata opened the door, he stood there twiddling his thumbs and whistling as he looked around the yard. “Oh, hey Ata,” he said when he noticed she opened the door. “I was just wondering if your partner in crime was around anywhere.”

            “No, she’s not. I think that she had a date or something tonight,” Ata explained.

            “Oh,” he said, his shoulders slumping. “Well, when she gets back could you tell her that I stopped by?”

            “Don’t worry, I will. I hate to be rude, but Ericka and I are having dinner, so I’ll talk to you some other time, alright?” she said.

            “Yeah, I’ll talk to you later,” he said with a small smile before walking away.

            “So Jills, why didn’t you want to talk to our special buddy?” Ata inquired as she sat back down at the dining table.

            “Because he’s a man whore,” Jirrith stated matter-of-factly.

            “That’s never stopped you from talking to him before,” Ata pointed out.

            “I know, but it was different. Before, I kinda just knew that he talked to other girls and it didn’t bother me. But then when I actually saw him talking and flirting with other girls, it just kind of got to me, you know? I’m just done with guys for a while,” she said with a sigh.

            “I’m with you there,” Ericka said while raising her drink as to give a cheer.

            “So, about this contest,” Ata said, changing the subject.

            “Are we really going to do this?” Ericka asked.

            “I don’t see why not! It would be fun!” Jirrith stated.

            “I’m getting a headache already thinking about everything we have to read. I’ll bet you that we’re only going to get a handful of decent ones,” she said while shaking her head.

            “Aren’t we a positive one,” Jirrith said while rolling her eyes.

            “It’s hard to be positive. You know what we have to go through every day when we try to find new submissions,” Ata replied.

            “Oh come on, look on the bright side! At least now we’ll know how to get everyone’s creative juices flowing and we can expect better work. I don’t know why we didn’t hold a contest in the first place,” Ericka said while lightly smacking her forehead.

            “So, we’re really going to do this?” Jirrith asked, looking back and forth between her two friends.

            “Hell, I don’t see why not,” Ata said with a shrug.

            “This is going to be fun,” Ericka giggled.

            “Then, let the fun begin,” Jirrith exclaimed.

            After dinner the three amigos set to work, eager to get the contest up and running so they could find the newest edition to their staff. How will the contest turn out, and will there finally be any decent non romance stories out there? No one will know for now.

 

 

and so that is just a little glimpse into our lives... not really, but if there really were such a place as Testyville, I'm sure this would be really close... lol...

Once again, I'm sorry if i offended any of you out there, as I didn't mean to. This story is fistional and should not be taken to heart

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