I'm not really 'feeling it' with my latest story. Any ideas?

And Action! Chapter 1 /-/-/ "There's us!" I giggled pointing at the TV screen. It was talking about the new film we were starring in. It came out next Year. We were still filming it though. Me and my twin Ebony were film stars. Had been since we were 3! Now were 15. 12 years in the acting industry, know all the tips! "Ebony, Casey!" shouted the hair and makeup lady. She knocked on the door of our trailer- scaring us out of our skins! "Yes, Elisa?" I replied, getting up and unlocking the door. "10 minutes. Then you're both needed on the set!" Elise said. She left, straight after. "Well!" Ebony laughed. I walked over to the long mirror to brush my, waist length, mousy brown, hair. I put on my 'geek' glasses and slipped on my Toms. Ebony's hair was the same- we weren't allowed to change it! I didn't bother changing as I knew we would have to change again on set. The film was about two twins, who got abandoned as babies and went on a huge adventure to find their parents. It sounds boring but the special effects are really cool! The director nearly died when a 'secure' explosion turned out to be not so 'secure'. It burned down half the set. That's why we're all a bit behind! "Ready?" Ebony asked, picking up her iPhone. "Yep!" I said, picking up my Blackberry. We were twins, but so different! I think that's why we get on. We aren't together 24/7 like some twins. We give each other personal space. Which works. A stage manager saw us step out of our trailer. He was in a golf buggy so gave us a lift to the jungle part of the studios. "Hey, Ebony! Casey! Autograph?" he asked, getting out a notebook and a pen. "Sure," I smiled, signing my name on the first blank page. "Course!" Ebony smiled, as he handed her the book next. I guess you could say we were pretty popular! We walked the last few minutes so we could stop at the venders and get some Coke. We carried on and stepped into the huge room. Half of the room was full of people doing hair, makeup, reading scripts, shouting. Everything really. The other half was the stage area. I saw the director. Panicking as usual! He waved as soon as he saw us and beckoned us to go to him. "Hey! Here's my two little shining stars! The character that plays Sam is here today," he said. "Sam?" I asked. "Yeah. You're on set big brother. First day. Pretty scary!" he smiled. "Cool! Where is he?" Ebony asked. "There," he said, moving aside and pointing at a boy with his back to us. "Callum!" the director shouted. He turned around and did a half wave at us. "Wow," me and Ebony smirked...

Should I carry on that one about Alex and Ollie??

He made us line up- all 28 of us- just outside the door. That was when the latecomers knew we had a sub today. I was in the middle, still not able to see the teacher that stood before us. "What does he look like?" I asked, kicking the tall girl in front. "Angry bird," she laughed. "I doubt it!" I smiled, chuckling. "I hate noise!" The sub bellowed. I blushed, if angry birds could talk, that's how they would sound. Low and angry. He made us go in, in complete silence. I was next to Crystal. The brainiac. He stepped out in front the class. That was when I saw him. I almost did a double take, I swear! "Right, class. I'm Mr Trent. I hate noise, as two young delinquents have already found out...," he trailed on about what we had to do. All the time looking at me. His eyes were staring, cold and bloodshot. If I didn't know any better I'd have thought that he'd been crying. Whilst he looked at me I had a good chance to see the rest of his face. His nose was crooked. It was deathly pale- but so was the rest of him. His mouth, it was tiny and his lips were shrunken and wrinkled. His head was completely shaved, and, after looking for a while, I noticed something else weird. He had no eyebrows. They were drawn on, with what looked like it could possibly be a green crayola. He caught me staring, I was in a daydream state, literally senseless. He slammed both hands in front of me, on my desk. I jumped into the air screaming. "Miss Cane," he said after checking my name on my book," how very rude of you!" His fingers. Wow. To start with they were very long and thin. Too long. Too thin. Bony too. Then I moved onto his right hand. He had a black widow spider tattoo on his finger tips. All of them i guessed. I moved my gaze along his fingertips to check if I was correct. Partly, I was. He only had nine fingers... "Miss Cane!" He bellowed once again. "Actually, Sir. It's Kendall. Kendall Cane, and I do apologise!" I politely corrected. He got very angry then. All the class were on the edge of their seats, awaiting our next move. Mr Trent walked away cooly. Spinning on his heels he walked over to the whiteboard. I saw his neck, so did everyone else, it was scarred and burnt. Purple patches and blue patches. The freaky part was it looked fresh. New. Whilst he wrote on the board I could see his clothes. Boot cut, ladies, jeans. No boots- sandals. Socks too! A shirt 5 sizes too big! It was tucked in. Giving g him a skinny waist and a puffy chest. Maybe that was his body shape. Maybe? He spun around. His eyes even more bloodshot. A single, tiny tear trickled down his cheek. "Trust no one," he croaked before falling to the ground...

"No! That's where you're wrong! You never loved me!" I screamed, clenching my fists and kicking a wooden chair out of my path. "Of course I loved you. I still do," he soothed. He tried to put his hand on my shoulder but I pulled away. "Shut up! I hate you!" I shouted, my anger turning to pain. I felt small salty tears make a trail down the side of my pale face. "Please! Let me have a second chance. What did I do wrong?" He asked, replacing the chair into its original position. "What did I? What did I even do wrong?" I spat, mocking him. He blushed and shielded his head. He saw it coming. My ghostly white, long, thin fingers almost collided with his tanned cheek. But he blocked me. "Answer me then!" He bellowed. Behind his eyes were two fires. Hissing and crackling. "I saw you! You. You. You cheated on me!" I whispered. His face changed. A smile formed. He opened his mouth to speak. To defend himself. But I stopped him. My porcelain hand slapped his cheek, leaving a nasty red mark. He jumped back. My long fringe hung over my eyes, covering my smudged mascara. "I hugged her! Seriously? She was ill so, to comfort her, I hugged her. Alex, please," he begged. Tears formed in his eyes and I saw him put his head in his hands. "No, ok. No. She was ill?! Lies!" I walked over to the kitchen table. His mothers finest china set was sat there. Along with our, now, cold pizza and coke. His big folder of college work was left, untouched from the day before. I noisily pushed everything off. The noise was catastrophic. I looked down. His papers were covered in coke and pizza. His mothers things were smashed. I felt a surge of pain rush through my body. I looked at my hand, the source of the pain, and wept. A piece of the teapot had got stuck in my palm. Blood was dripping, staining my new Vans and trickling down my wrist. Ollie jumped up. I spun round so we were face to face. He reached out and grabbed my shoulder. This time I just screamed...