Romans de Charlize

The sun was beginning to set and the real Carl’s daily anxieties about the future began to sink in, as he tossed and turned in his bed. Before carrying out the final part of his plan, which he was choosing to keep secret for the time being, he thought his family’s vacation home would be the best place to hide out for now. His mind began swirling with questions: How were things going back in Ash Cannon? Had anyone figured out his plan? Were they torturing his poor doppelganger? He knew Dave probably was in his own Dave way, but as for the others, he wasn’t so sure. Nowadays, he had no clue what was going on with the people close to him. It was something Carl wanted to work on but didn’t know how. Being a kid lawyer had taken the light-heartedness from him and replaced it with a heavy burden. Deciding that this pity session was too much, the real Carl grabs his phone and calls the only person that could answer any of his questions: the fake Carl.A couple of rings went by until a s

Present Day...“CARL! WE’RE HERE!” Dave shakes Carl awake. He must’ve fell asleep and was just dreaming. But one look into his bag with the manual peeking out ever so slightly and it hit him—the stuff that went down between him and the real Carl were very much real. And there was no easy way out of this.“Alright gentlemen, welcome to planet of the rich and stupid! Also known as our school. Carl, I know what you’re thinking and yes, we’re late and also no I cannot call Ryan Reynolds to bail you out of this one. Judge Louis will probably kill you anyways because you don’t even have an argument prepared,” Orville says plainly and Carl slams his head into his hands.Why out of all days does it have to be today that I’m late?! This is the most important hearing of my life! Or at least that’s what the manual said.“Dad, cheer up! At least it’s sunny! And the boys from the volleyball team are out practicing on the field today,” Dave says innocently. Carl didn’t even catch that he had on

Three Months Earlier...“Sir, the next candidate is here, should I let him in?” an old man’s voice echoes in the study of the real Carl Cosgrove. His study was a collector’s paradise, filled with all sorts of gadgets and trinkets the kid lawyer himself had collected over the years. A lot of it was movie memorabilia, with most of the props coming from the Rock Camp franchise. Along the wall, there are trophies and plaques, with most having “BEST TEEN LAWYER” or “BEST STUDENT REPRESENTATIVE” on them. It was a luxurious sight, really. Complete with a mini bar and everything. But with just the scrawny teen boy in the middle—lonely, very lonely.“Yes, Stan, you can let him in. Thanks,” the real Carl smiles softly at the butler but there’s a hint of pain in his voice and Stan can tell. But he doesn’t dare acknowledge it, as there was no use in getting the real Carl to admit to anything besides “I’m doing good” and “I’m fine.”Both were lies. And both parties knew it.This time, however

“It’s Britney bitch!”Ahh, another morning of I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here! Carl thinks to himself as he slams the off button on his alarm—Only Britney Spears’ masterpiece, Gimme More, didn’t stop playing. Through his morning fog, Carl realizes—fuck that’s Dave’s alarm!“Dave!” he hisses into the darkness, hoping his roommate would hear his pleas.No answer. Goddamnit. This is the last time I’m letting a client sleep in my dorm house.Dorm house.The concept of it alone was ridiculous; but then again, so was being a teen lawyer representing other teens at a boarding school for the super-rich and famous. A dorm house at Ash Cannon Prep was basically having an entire house to yourself instead of the one room most boarding school kids get. And must share.Carl Cosgrove’s dorm house was typically empty. But seeing as he had an important court date today and needed his client to actually show up, this was the only method he could think of in terms of making sure Dave