She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked by Nyx Rai

Scarlett's POV

Dare not to get into the past of my parents, I pushed everything to the back of my head when I got out of Adrian's car and joined the shooting scene. It's not wise to hang your mind on a decade-old divorce case when you are shooting a young adult romance. The main body of my story is the memory of the main characters, so we are shooting at a school for the first two months. Adrian's alma mater was kind enough to allow the shooting of the campus, along with some classrooms and everything.

I chose it because Sebastian -- the origin of my male lead in the story -- also went here, along with Ava and me. This is where our story happened. Adrian taunted me about this choice, thinking I was making my dream of a happy ending with Sebastian come true in my movie. A girl saved by a boy, ended up getting into a sweet relationship with him before entering a happy marriage.

He was wrong.

I'm not the origin of the female lead in the movie. Ava is.

Sebastian might have saved me, but he never knew that. He thought it was Ava, and he made her the main character in his life.

I have always been the mean sister who was jealous of Ava and bullied her for getting the attention of the prince charming.

So I wanted my side of the story heard. I want the girl Sebastian saved to be with him. I want a story where she finds salvation when salvation stays and wants her. In the meantime, I want the girl who was ignored and misunderstood to say that any vicious doing she might have done was because she wanted love, too. I want the mean sister to be seen as also just another human being, who maybe, after her voice is heard, gets her own happy ending.

was my original

I added a guy who loved the mean sister for who she is, not because he thought she was a racer

should be named: What if Sebastian Never

a jealous devoured snake; I wouldn't have suffered ignorance for years; and Sebastian wouldn't be

worst story turns out to be

is still the same as in my memory -- until I arrive at the building lent to

scene, amazingly, is

the curtain of the magic of a shooting team. I have always thought the shooting team was a wonder group of people because they basically built a whole new world out of reality, but it wasn't like that. The shooting team- easy to spot since every one of them carries a huge camera on their shoulders, necks, and even waists- are everywhere, some resting when some have already started shooting things I'm not sure what. Huge canvas separates the

important scene in

"Scarlett Knight? Over here!"

with my script himself this whole time, along with the casting and others. But I

nods at a seat by his side: "Take your seat. We have shot a few small scenes already. Warm-ups. You weren't with us through