Annabel the Actress gets discovered!
Ok, so it's not exactly a starring role. When a movie company sets up in her neighborhood to film a scene, Annabel wins herself a part as an extra. All she has to do is scream how could anything go wrong? Well, of course things don't go exactly as planned. But Annabel's mishaps just might give the director an idea...
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Chapter One: Friday Afternoon, Hudson Street
Annabel was an actress. She wasn't famous yet. She wasn't a star. But she knew someday she would be.
Meanwhile, she practiced her acting all the time.
Today on the way home from school, she stopped in the middle of the street. She turned to her best friend, Maggie. She put her hand over her eyes.
"I'm all alone," she moaned. "All, all alone."
"No, you're not," Maggie said. "I'm here."
"I am a pitiful orphan," Annabel insisted. She squeezed her eyes shut. She made a little sobbing sound.
"I have no mother and father. I haven't a friend in the world."
"You're acting, aren't you?" Maggie asked.
Annabel took her hand from her eyes.
"I was practicing Loneliness. Did you feel sorry for me?"
"Um -- not very," Maggie had to admit.
"You're right," Annabel said. "I didn't really feel the loneliness."
"Maybe you need to suffer more," Maggie suggested.
"I think I'd rather just practice more," Annabel said.
They stopped at the corner of Hudson Street to wait for the walk signal.
Just as the light changed, a truck zoomed past them. It was white, with a tree painted on the side. The tree had round leaves, like silver dollars.
"Hey! Where's the fire?!" Maggie yelled as the truck sped off.
"I've seen that truck somewhere." Annabel stared after it as it screeched around the corner onto Central Avenue.
She closed her eyes, and tried to remember.
"Silver tree... Silver -- " Her eyes snapped open.
"In the movies!" she said. "Silver Tree is a movie company!"
"What's a movie company doing here?" Maggie asked.
"Making a movie!"
Annabel shrieked so loud that the beagles who lived inthe corner house started to howl.
"Why would anyone want to make a movie in Westfield?" Maggie wondered.
"They make movies in lots of places," Annabel said. She was so excited she couldn't stand still. "Not just in Hollywood."
She grabbed Maggie by the shoulders. "And sometimes they use regular, ordinary people!"
"Wow!" Maggie suddenly understood what Annabel was thinking. "You mean -- "
"Yes!" Annabel shouted. "This could be it! My Big Break!"
She let go of Maggie's shoulders. She raced off down Hudson Street.
"Where are you going?" Maggie yelled.
She caught up with Annabel on Central Avenue.
They heard a loud engine behind them. A huge eighteen-wheeler rumbled past. A flatbed truck trailed after it. Both trucks had silver trees on their doors.
"I knew it!" Annabel cried. "Follow those trucks!"
The two trucks continued down Central Avenue. They stopped across from the Westfield Shopping Plaza, right near the entrance to Memorial Park.
When Annabel saw what was happening on Central Avenue, she froze. She clutched Maggie's hand.
"Pinch me," she said. "I think I must be dreaming."
Text Copyright © 2000 by Ellen Conford