"Guys im not gonna win the contest." I say matter of factly. "Y/n will. You. Stop. I've known you for years. You are an AMAZING writer. If you didn't win it would have to he some DAMN stiff competition." Mark aka markiplier stated. "They better know who is best." Krism added. "Ok fiiiine. But im not getting my hopes up." I give in. I launce the email with my oc "rika cloras" she survived a dirty deal done by the UNSC that caused her planet to be invaded like reach. Im proud of it but i don't think it will win. "There its submitted." I state. "Good. Now die." Minx says as she. Kills me from behind in g mod trouble in terrorist town.  "AW THAT'S DIRTY MINX!" I whine. Mark immediately kills her and krism blows him up with a C4 she had stealthily placed behind him making the terrorists win. We played prop hunt next before we even started i got an email from 343. It couldn't be that fast.....could it? "One sec guys." I open the email and scan it quickly reading aloud. "Dear ms. (Y/l/n)....we appreciate yada yada yada we are delighted to in form you your submission was easily the best we have seen in the past 5 days.....congradULATUONS?!!!! HOLY FNAF JESUS! I WON! I FUCKING WON!!!!!!" Im so busy losing my mind i cant make out what exactly my friends say but im sure its "I told you so" and congrats or something. "Enclosed is a full expense payed ticket to hollywood to begin working on your movie Halo: The Eclipse controversy. A special guide will pick you up from the airport." I must have spaced out cuz i hear all my friends shout my name at the same time like i just got shot irl. "Huh what?" "You've been spaced out for 20 minutes. Go catch that flight!" Minx screams. My chat is exploding with similar comments poor modbot cant keep up....in fact i think the poor thing crashed. I end the stream and immediately toss a few outfits into my suitcase not really paying attention to what they are and run out the door for the airport having never been on a plane before ever. When i get there im immediately seated first class talk about VIP treatment. The seats are red leather cool to the touch despite being in direct sunlight. The arms are soft like a kittens fur. I sit down as an audible gasp leaves my lips. I look at myself in my phone checking my outfit which is a white T-shirt with a black vest and white accents and black skinny jeans with silver or grey sneakers. To be honest silver and grey are basically the same except one is shiny one is not. My hair is a mess so i quickly try to fix my (y/h/c) hair and sigh. Kinda hard to be depressed when im going to hollywood. But my luck is never this good. Ever. Something very bad is gonna happen. I just know it.

Hours later i get of the plane and look for something to tell me who's waiting for me. Then i see the absolute LAST thing i expected. Zendaya coleman holding a card with my YouTube channel name on it. I nearly pass out then and there lucky for me she sees me and smiles. "Come on. Lets get some food. Airplane food sucks." Im sure she has people fawn over her constantly do i ignore the fact that she is my celeb crush and decide to treat her like a normal person. "Yea the smell alone was awful." I comment "she leads me to a mazda outside and hops in. "Congrats on winning" she said as she starts driving. Its a literal internal world war not to stare at her beauty. Her eyes, her hair, hell her voice. All completely captivating. She is wearing a white sleeveless T and jeans shorts (like the cover) as we pull in to golden coral. "I know we're in hollywood but I've always Been a fan of this place." She says smiling. "This is nuts.....what else is gonna happen." I ask myself.