Ashley…

 I am the first person to step foot on Ramona Island. This place is tight. There is this crazy ass slide that falls into the pool from someone’s room and it definitely is not going to be my room. I wish some hoe would come in my room in the middle of the night talking about sliding. I would show her a slide alright. Other than that damn slide there was a well stocked bar in almost every main room. These people really know how to throw a party. The rooms were nice with only one bed in each room. This was a plus because most of these reality shows make people live in a house that only had three bedrooms, which meant some people had to share, hell no.  There is no way that was happening. But, I do have to say that Ramona Island isn’t all that bad. I already spotted about three women that I would like to try on the ride up to the house.

“Hell yea, Ashley Davis is in the house!” I turned around and noticed some girl walking up towards me. She looked kind of lost and embarrassed all at once. She had shoulder length wavy brown hair and these mysterious green eyes. All in all she was a hot piece, but not really my type. Something about her said it all.

“Hi I’m Sophie.”

“Ashley.” She sent me this weird look. It almost looked like she was checking me out, while trying to hide it as well. “So Sophie, where are you from.”

“Jackson, Mississippi.”

“Bummer. I’m LA.”

“I thought you said you were Ashley.”

Damn is this girl dumb, “I mean I’m from LA.”

“Oh.”

After that brief conversation I showed her around our new home for the next 6 months. She seemed pretty cool in that not so cool kind of way. I think this girl really needed a drink. As the bad ass Ashley I intended to get her that drink. I’m starting to wonder what character she was picked to play. I bet she is the lame and boring type. Shit see just said something. Umm I’ll just say umm like I was really listening. “Umm.”