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Diana's POV

Finally Eric and Craig arrived. Eric had light brown hair and grayish eyes. Craig had black hair and what looked like black eyes. They were both handsome. They sat down at the table.
"Hello." Craig said. Lucy was looking at Eric with big hearts in her eyes. I giggled.
"So how old are te guys?" Jason asked them.
"I am 18." Craig said, turning to Jason. Eric looked up from the menu.
"I am 17." He detto happily.
"Just like Lucy!" Tara exclaimed. Lucy blushed a little bit. Tara chuckled. Craig turned to me.
"So, how old are you?" He asked.
"Oh. I am 18 too." I detto shyly. He smiled. I bit my bottom lip.

After we ate our food, we decided to go to where we will be staying.
"Almost there." The limo driver said. We all nodded excitedly. I looked out the windows of the limo. Los Angeles was beautiful.
"We are here!" Jason said.
The house was huge! It was beautiful too!
We all ran in and called our rooms. My room was huge and was light blue with light purple designs on the wall. It was already decorated and it was so cool! I had a lime, calce green sofa and a scrivania, reception with a rosa laptop, even though I brought mine. Well, I get another one!
Everyone then gathered in the living room and we told everyone about ourselves.

*The successivo morning*

"Wake up everyone! We are going to spend the giorno exploring, before we start filming!" Tara yelled from downstairs.
I quickly got up and got ready. I then ran downstairs, my hair still dripping from the doccia I took.
"Damn Diana." Craig said. He had a huge smile on his face. I blushed and looked away. He giggled.
I finished getting ready. Everyone wanted to go to the mall first and buy some stuff for the house we will be staying in.

*At the mall*

"Wow! Look at this!" I exclaimed, pointing to a painting that was really pretty. I grabbed it off the shelf and payed for it.
We all got a few things for ourselves. They boys were hanging at the Cibo court looking for girls, while we were the ones shopping.
"Let's go catch up with the boys." Lucy suggested. We agreed and went on our way.

As I walked over to the boys, I bumped into someone. When I looked up, my cuore almost stopped.
"I am so sorry." The guy said. He looked young and was really cute.
"It is okay." I said, blushing a bit. He saw my blush and giggled. I quickly turned away.
"I have to admit it, te are really pretty." He detto shyly. I bit my lip and my cuore sped up.
"Thank you." I replied. I looked over at Tara, who gave me a thumbs up. I giggled.
"Oh, and I am Prince." He said.
"I am Diana."
He went wide eyed. I got a little nervous.
"Something wrong?" I asked, a little scared to hear his response.
"No!" He paused. "I saw te on TV. It was anteprima for a new reality show. Are te on it?" Prince asked.
"Yeah." I answered.
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The successivo part of The Voice I hear inside my head will take place a week from the last part because it makes più sense. It took a long time even though I didn't leave town because I had a stupid softball game. But, I have spent a huge amount of time puking at the sight of Jaafar's face. So, the story is going to change and probably end in about a week o two. It really just depends pn how weak my stomach is. Every time I type his name I get sick to my stomach. It's not that I don't like him anymore, it's just that his face nauseates me. So Scrivere this story would be bad for my health. But I've decided to write another one to replace this one. The other one will be better becasue honestly The Voice I Hear Inside My Head was a pile of hot steaming elefante sh*t:p So I am so looking inoltrare, avanti to ending this story. The only reason I'm going to actually finish it is for the 3 people that liked it:)
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