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MSA, formerly known as "My Story Animated," is a dynamic YouTube channel that brings real-life stories to life through engaging and visually captivating animations. Specializing in personal drama, emotional journeys, and life-changing experiences, MSA transforms viewers' submissions into powerful animated narratives that resonate deeply with its audience. Each video tackles a wide range of topics, including relationship struggles, overcoming adversity, and self-discovery, making it a platform where real-life events are depicted with creativity and authenticity.
The channel's content is crafted to be relatable and inspirational, offering viewers a blend of entertainment and life lessons. Through animated storytelling, MSA explores complex social dynamics, personal growth, and the challenges of everyday life, providing viewers with stories that are not only entertaining but also thought-provoking and emotionally engaging.
**Disclaimer:** The stories presented on this channel are based on personal submissions and are animated for entertainment purposes. While the narratives are inspired by real events, the characters and specific details may be fictionalized to protect the privacy of the individuals involved. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The opinions and experiences expressed in the videos are those of the individuals submitting the stories and do not necessarily reflect the views of MSA. Viewer discretion is advised.
MSA, formerly known as "My Story Animated," is a dynamic YouTube channel that brings real-life stories to life through engaging and visually captivating animations. Specializing in personal drama, emotional journeys, and life-changing experiences, MSA transforms viewers' submissions into powerful animated narratives that resonate deeply with its audience. Each video tackles a wide range of topics, including relationship struggles, overcoming adversity, and self-discovery, making it a platform where real-life events are depicted with creativity and authenticity.
The channel's content is crafted to be relatable and inspirational, offering viewers a blend of entertainment and life lessons. Through animated storytelling, MSA explores complex social dynamics, personal growth, and the challenges of everyday life, providing viewers with stories that are not only entertaining but also thought-provoking and emotionally engaging.
**Disclaimer:** The stories presented on this channel are based on personal submissions and are animated for entertainment purposes. While the narratives are inspired by real events, the characters and specific details may be fictionalized to protect the privacy of the individuals involved. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The opinions and experiences expressed in the videos are those of the individuals submitting the stories and do not necessarily reflect the views of MSA. Viewer discretion is advised.
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00:00Hi, my name's Lucy, and I really don't like to be the center of attention, until I decided
00:09to make myself the center of the whole world's attention, and now my life is totally destroyed.
00:14As far back as I can remember, I've loved taking photos, the hidden stories they tell,
00:20the raw honesty in a single frame, and most importantly, it keeps me behind the lens and
00:27never in front of it. Now, I know what you're thinking. Fancy rich girl gets a fancy camera
00:34and can coast their life while spending her time taking photos of fancy things. But that's not
00:40really the case. Sure, my dad is one of the wealthiest people in town, but you'd never
00:45know it from the way he treats me. He's never bought me any branded clothes, never spoiled me
00:50at a five-star restaurant. He's never even given me a birthday present, come to think of it.
00:54He'd rather use his money on his fat cat clients so they can keep making each other
00:58richer and richer. In fact, he didn't even buy me this camera. That was a gift from my
01:03best friend Taylor's mom, Miss Margulis. Wow, thanks Miss Margulis. Are you kidding? Thank
01:11you for coloring our lives with such wonderful photography. And please, call me Regina.
01:17Miss Margulis, uh, I mean Regina, was like the mother I never had. My mom left us when I was
01:23for. I don't remember much, but I know for sure that that's when my dad's heart started
01:28freezing over. Until the man I once knew had become a full-grown yeti with a glacier
01:32for a chest. When are you going to stop with this photography nonsense? How are you going
01:37to ever make any money with that stupid stuff? Needless to say, I spent all my time at Taylor
01:43and Regina's. It didn't bother me that they could only afford an air mattress to sleep on,
01:47or that we ate microwavable meals every night. It was the one place that felt like home. And then,
01:53when I was in the 10th grade, everything changed. Regina got sick, couldn't work anymore,
01:59and could barely keep up with household expenses, let alone afford the surgery that would make her
02:03healthy again. I tried asking my dad for help, but that went as well as you'd expect it to go.
02:08What am I, a walking ATM? You need money, you earn it. Just like I had to.
02:13I began to feel guilty that I'd been practically living there without contributing so much as a
02:18single dime. I even offered to sell my camera. Absolutely not. You don't owe us anything,
02:24Lucy. You've already given me plenty by spending all these years with us.
02:29I didn't know what to do. But just when all hope seemed lost, Taylor found an advertisement from
02:34the billion-dollar brand Floriful saying they were looking for photography submissions for their
02:39Be Real campaign. The chosen winner would win a huge cash prize. I knew it was a long shot,
02:45but being real is kind of my thing. If you ever want to see the realness of how messy life is
02:50behind the glitz and glamour, my dad is a masterclass in how not to live your life.
02:56I walked around for hours combing the town, capturing life in its rawest form. Candid smiles of
03:02couples in love. Faded graffiti on old brick walls. Anything that told a real story. Then I submitted
03:10them to Floriful. And after three agonizing days of waiting, my heart exploded with excitement.
03:17I won! Or at least, I must have won. Those were my photos, front and center on Floriful's website
03:24homepage. But why hadn't I been notified? As I clicked on the article and looked closer,
03:29what I saw nearly crushed me to pieces. Someone else had taken credit for my work.
03:37I am so humbled to know that my vision, my passion, my soul touched Floriful so deeply,
03:43they just had to pick me and didn't just settle for something amateurish.
03:46As I looked deeper, I found out that Fiona was the niece of Floriful's CEO. What a scam!
03:53I couldn't bear to tell Regina the news. I went to school the next day, hopelessly depressed.
03:58That's when I saw Eli walking in my direction. Now, normally, we would do our typical routine.
04:05Me, cowering beneath the shadows of his beautiful hair and massive brain. Him, walking by like I was
04:11a particularly uninteresting ficus. But this time, was different. This time, he was walking straight
04:18towards me.
04:19Hey, you're Lucy, right?
04:21Well, I can be a Lucy if you want me to be.
04:24But your name's Lucy, right? Like, Lucy with a C?
04:29Yeah, Lucy with a C. How smart. Some people think it's with an S. One guy thought it was
04:35a Q. But he was an exchange student, so I guess that doesn't count.
04:38Okay, Lucy. My name's Eli. I'm the editor for the school paper, and I saw some of your
04:43photos. They're brilliant. We're looking for a photographer for our next big story.
04:47Only problem is, uh, we don't exactly have a story yet. Well, there was a fish that went
04:52missing from a classroom, but that's not exactly Pulitzer material.
04:56And then, under the weight of the pressure and sadness and indignation of losing what
05:01was rightfully mine, my shyness evaporated. I burst out and told him everything. I told
05:08him about Taylor and Miss Margulis, I mean Regina, and the B-Real competition, and Fiona.
05:13And I watched as I saw a side of Eli that I had never seen in all those years of pretending
05:20not to gaze at him from afar. He was mad. Like, fuming mad.
05:26How could they do that to you? After all the great work you put in? That's outrageous!
05:31I couldn't believe it. The smartest kid in school, and third most handsome by gossip's consensus,
05:37was angry on my behalf. Eli vowed to go forward with the story in the school paper. But first,
05:45we had to find Fiona. As an investigative journalist, I know a lot more than I probably should.
05:52Like what? Like Fiona's address, for example.
05:56We got into Eli's car and sped to Fiona's house. I felt more alive and more assertive than I have in
06:03years. Don't be nervous. When she answers, just...
06:07Thanks. But when it comes to defending my work, I don't need a pep talk. Who was this person I was
06:14becoming? Or was I finally rediscovering my old self? Was the B-Real campaign uncovering a real me
06:21I'd forgotten years ago? I rang the doorbell, and Fiona herself answered. But to my surprise,
06:29she looked... different. More tired than she did online. And maybe almost... nice? At that moment,
06:38all my previous confidence shriveled up like an overexposed photo left out in the sun.
06:43Uh, hey, uh, can I help you? Um, uh, Fiona. It is Fiona, right? Of course it's Fiona. After all,
06:53this is Fiona's house. Uh, uh, what were we here for again?
07:00Uh, I'm Eli Bellinger. I'm with the Northwood Times. We're here to ask you some questions.
07:06Oh, right. Okay, well... Fiona, don't slouch. And fix your hair. You look tired. What if I told you
07:14about answering the door like some intern? And suddenly, everything about her changed. She began
07:20to morph into every it girl that ever terrorized me at school, like a werewolf at full moon. I don't
07:27have time for this. But Eli, here's my number. Call me if you want to interview someone who doesn't
07:32need a pep talk to ring a doorbell. No offense. This witch! First, she takes my work. Now she
07:40tries to take my... well, my friend, I guess? I couldn't contain myself anymore. My name is Lucy,
07:48and you stole my photos to win the floorful competition. Excuse me? Your photos? Please.
07:56In case you weren't aware, I graduated as the top portfolio pick at the Willow Ridge Visual Arts
08:01Academy, won two regional youth photography awards, and got featured on the front page of Shudder
08:07Scene's Next Gen Visionaries issue. But sure, let's pretend I needed to steal your pictures. Now,
08:13why don't you make it like the floorful campaign says and get real. Call me Eli. I didn't know what
08:21was worse. Having my hard work plundered or being brutally embarrassed in front of Eli. The drive home
08:28started off silent. But just as I was wondering what could possibly be going through Eli's mind,
08:34he said the perfect thing. We should get pizza. He took me to my favorite pizza joint,
08:41the same spot I would go to with Regina and Taylor every Tuesday. And as we started having our first
08:46real conversation, I realized we actually had a lot in common. All these years, I had been avoiding him
08:53out of fear. When in reality, he was one of the easiest people to talk to. He also had problems
08:59with his father, who got scammed by a rich con man when Eli was little. Now his dad only showed up to
09:05his house every couple of years to ask his mom for money. Two broken homes and a basket of garlic knots
09:12holding us together. That's why I can't stand people like Fiona. Just another snobby rich kid feeding off
09:19of people like us who really need the money. You know what I mean? Yep, unlike her. Just two humble
09:27peasants. Gotta go harvest some potatoes after algebra. Makes me mad just thinking of her. Yeah,
09:33she's like a squirrel with a credit card. What? I don't know. It made sense in my head. And he even
09:40found me funny. After Eli dropped me off at Regina and Taylor's, the weight of my reality crashed back
09:47down on me. I barely slept through the night. I just kept refreshing Florifull's homepage over and
09:54over again. I even began to doubt whether those photos really were mine. The next morning, I sulked
10:00into the kitchen totally dejected. But that's when I saw Regina cheerily making us her special secret
10:07pancake recipe. And I remembered. This wasn't about me or Fiona at all. This was about Regina and her health.
10:15And if she could put together a smile and trudge forward every day, so could I. So later that day,
10:22I marched right up to Eli. I didn't even care that other people were looking at me. That weird feeling
10:28was back again. You know, confidence. We need to write this article and we need to write it now.
10:36Now that's the girl who took those photos. We spent the entire day secretly messaging each other bits and
10:44pieces of the article back and forth while pretending to pay attention in class. I scribbled a note to
10:49Eli as fast as I could. We need a stronger ending. Fiona's gonna wriggle out if we're too polite.
10:57Eli read it. And then, like the true nerd he is, pulled out a pen. First, he actually corrected my
11:05grammar. Then, just for extra spice, he scribbled a note above the word polite.
11:11Polite? Weak sauce. We're going full spicy. I blinked at it. This boy had literally proofread
11:19my panic scribble in the middle of algebra. And he was proud of it, too. I bit my lip to keep from
11:25laughing, grabbed my pen, and drew the dumbest, soggiest looking noodle you've ever seen, right next to his
11:33weak sauce edit. The teacher noticed the note passing. Lucy, is there something you'd like to
11:40share with the class? Just gratitude, Mr. Barnes, for algebra. Eli barely held back a snort. The teacher
11:49gave us the side eye, but moved on. Sure, it was just the school newspaper, but Eli was good. Some of
11:57his articles had gone viral in the past. He even served as a TV correspondent once on the news.
12:03Later that week, I found Dad in his office, buried in spreadsheets as usual. Hey, Dad. Do you have a
12:11minute? I have 30 seconds. I got a meeting. I hesitated, then held out one of my photos. The one
12:17Regina said looked like hope. Maybe, just maybe, my photographs could help sway him. I just, I thought this
12:27one turned out well. He gave it a glance for maybe a second. Still wasting time with that camera, I see.
12:35It's not a waste. I actually won. Well, I almost won this contest, but- You want to play artist?
12:43Fine, but don't come crying when the real world eats you alive. I swallowed hard, but Regina's really sick,
12:51and I was wondering if maybe- Still not my problem. But she's practically family.
12:57All heart, no sense. Just like your mother. The doorbell rang for my Dad's meeting,
13:03and at first I was relieved to get out of this conversation, until I saw who it was.
13:09You must be Eli.
13:11OMG, is that Eli? You're a lot younger than I expected. Let's just get this over with.
13:18My Dad went into the conservatory, and just as I tried to hide behind one of the statues in our foyer-
13:24Lucy?
13:25Eli! Hey! What are you doing here?
13:29What are you doing here?
13:31I, uh, I work here. May I take your jacket, by the way?
13:37Oh, man. You have to work for this guy? I'm sorry to hear that, but don't worry. I'm about to write the
13:43most scathing expose on him. I forced a laugh and led him to the conservatory, my heart pounding so
13:51hard I thought it might echo off the marble. Would you like a refreshment before your meeting, sir?
13:57Uh, sure? Orange juice?
14:01I darted toward the kitchen, which I'm usually not even allowed to go into,
14:06and grabbed a tray of orange juice, much to the horror of our housekeepers.
14:10I balanced the tray for dear life, and just as I arrived in the conservatory,
14:15the housekeeper burst through the door.
14:18Ma'am, please don't. Your Dad would kill me if he saw you doing this.
14:23My Dad, the cook? Why would he care? She looked at me like I'd lost my mind.
14:29And then I did exactly what I was trying so hard not to do. I tripped, and spilled the juice all over
14:36my Dad's favorite antique rug. To my Dad, this was a nightmare. To Eli, it was a bright, sticky confession.
14:46I'm a journalist, Lucy. I know a lie when I see one.
14:49I couldn't say anything. I just stood there, frozen. Orange juice, pooling at my feet. The next day just so
14:58happened to be the day our article about Floriful was supposed to come out. I checked the school
15:02newspaper, but the front page was just a dumb story about our school mascots' favorite rock and roll
15:08bands. In fact, the whole entire paper and its corresponding website didn't have a single story
15:14from Eli anywhere, which almost never happens. I looked for him all over the place, but he was
15:21nowhere to be found. That night at Taylor and Regina's, I felt both embarrassed and abandoned. And just
15:29when I thought things couldn't get worse, I received an email with a subject that said,
15:33one more photo to add, from a center that made my stomach drop to the floor.
15:39Fiona. I clicked on it, and there, enlarged on my computer screen, was a horrifying picture of
15:47Fiona and... Eli? And she had her arm around him? I couldn't make up my mind about whether to throw up
15:55on the screen or smash my computer to pieces. But instead, I sprung from my chair and marched all the
16:02way down to Eli's front door. No more Miss Shy Girl. I got there just as he arrived in his rickety
16:09old car. Care to explain where you were? I had an interview. An interview? Then what's this?
16:17So what? I can't interview someone anymore? She apologized for the way she acted. She said she
16:23gets defensive when it comes to her work and explained she was out of line. Her work? Eli,
16:29she's lying. And what about you? Do you really need this contest money after all?
16:35Look, I'm sorry I lied about my dad, but you don't understand.
16:39Save it, Lucy. I just don't know what to believe anymore. You're just another spoiled rich kid too.
16:45Wow. You know what? I'm gonna go storm off home. And you know why? Because I don't have my dad's car to
16:52drive off in. Or my dad's money to call a cab home. Or my dad's love to come pick me up. But yeah,
17:00I'm real spoiled. For the next couple of weeks, I redirected my efforts. It spent so much energy
17:07fighting Fiona that I'd forgotten how great it was to spend quality time with Taylor and Regina.
17:13We settled back into our routines. And truth be told, I settled back into my shyness. Being behind the
17:20scenes started to feel comfortable again. But I could tell Regina was still in pain. And she really
17:26needed surgery. Even worse, Floriful had the nerve to advertise an upcoming Q&A with the special
17:33winner of their Be Real campaign. Not me. Fiona. A couple of days later, I found a note stuffed in my
17:41locker. Meet me behind the library. Yeah, no thanks. I threw it straight in the trash. The next
17:50day, there was another one. Please, it's important. Trash. Third day. I'm sorry, at least hear me out.
17:59Trash. Hey, I was perfectly happy never speaking to him again. Mostly. A few days later, I was just
18:07minding my own business, walking home, backpack slung over one's shoulder, dreaming about microwavable
18:14mac and cheese. When suddenly, a bag slipped over my head. I knew high school would kill me!
18:21Then someone shoved me into a car. Twenty minutes later, they plopped me onto a chair. I rushed around
18:28like a feral raccoon until the bag was finally lifted. And standing there, looking way too proud of
18:35himself, was Eli. Relax. It's just me. You kidnapped me? You left me no choice.
18:44I glared at him, panting like a cornered cat. And then, he pulled out his secret weapon. A sad,
18:52crumpled bag of garlic knots. Truce? I stared at the bag. Then at him. Then back at the bag.
19:01Some battles aren't worth fighting. You're lucky I'm weak for carbs. I'm so sorry. I know it'll be
19:08impossible to make up for what I said to you, but I have a surprise that might help. I braced myself for,
19:15I don't know, a heartfelt speech. Instead, he pulled out his laptop. And front and center was that same
19:22disgusting photo of him cuddling up with Fiona. Eli, if this is some sort of twisted joke, it is not
19:31funny. No, Lucy, seriously. Look closer. I was about two seconds away from hurling his laptop into the
19:39sun. But then he zoomed in. And there it was, hiding in the background of that gross photo. Fiona's email
19:47inbox. A whole page of messages, including one that said, like and subscribe to MSA or I steal your work.
19:56Just kidding. But seriously, you should. Anyway, there, between all the junk mail and regrets,
20:03was a message from her uncle, the CEO of Floriful, with a subject line that read,
20:09be real contest winner, Lucy Roth, dated two whole days before Fiona was announced as the winner.
20:17As much as I tried to stay mad, a tiny, smug grin betrayed me. Well, this doesn't excuse how you
20:25treated me. But I'll admit, that's a good catch. However, you're writing the article this time.
20:31I think we're gonna need more than just a photo. Otherwise, she'll be able to say it's fake.
20:36We need to catch her off guard. Well, lucky for you. Your bestie Fiona is making a public
20:42appearance soon at the Floriful Q&A. She's not my bestie. Oh, could've fooled me. You two looked
20:49very cozy. I was investigating, undercover. Sure. Real deep cover operation there, Agent Bellinger.
20:59Haha, focus, Roth. This Q&A might be our shot. Perfect. Let's blow her cover live.
21:09Eli used his journalism connections to get two press passes to the event, which was being held at the
21:15fanciest hotel in town. Seeing as how this is your plan, and your work, I think it's best if you do the
21:21talking. What? Me? But there's so many people here, and so many cameras. I'm more of a behind the lens
21:29kind of girl. That's all in your head. You got this. I believe in you. But as the event started,
21:36and Fiona started lying her face off on the stage, it became harder and harder to stop myself from
21:44bursting. And for this next photo, I really wanted to capture the feeling of solitude,
21:50of inner peace. People were eating up her fake work like it was the second coming of Picasso.
21:57I had enough. I shot my hand up so fast and nearly dislocated my shoulder. I have a question. The whole
22:05crowd turned. Fiona spotted me, and for a half a second, she flinched. Then she slapped on that fake
22:12smile of hers. Oh, um, sure. You there, with the confidence. You talk a lot about solitude. But
22:22honestly, your photos just look lonely. Not real. You ever think maybe it's because real friends can
22:30spot a faker from a mile away? I guess friendship's not really your thing. Oh please, I have loads of
22:37friends. In fact, some of us are practically family. Right, Eli?
22:41I stood up fully, striding toward the front, feeling a fire I hadn't felt in, well, maybe ever.
22:49The rest? All mine. Lucy Roth. Hi. Nice to meet you. Yes. Somewhere, someone actually dropped a wine glass.
23:00That's a lie! She's obsessed with me. She is like my biggest fan. Probably has a shrine to me in her
23:06closet made out of my Instagram stories. People started snickering. Fiona straightened up like
23:12someone had just pulled her strings. You know what? Maybe I did inspire her. Maybe if she spent
23:18more time working on her talent instead of obsessing over me, she wouldn't be crying in public like a
23:23little crybaby. And without missing a beat, I turned to Eli. Was that an inspirational quote? Should I
23:30embroider that on a pillow? The crowd cracked up. Fiona's face went purple, like an eggplant wearing
23:38mascara. And then it happened. Eli gave the secret nod. For our plan, it was go time. Suddenly, the big
23:48screen behind Fiona flickered. And boom! There it was. A blown up screenshot of the email from Floriful's CEO,
23:57clear as day. Be real contest winner, Lucy Roth. The whole room gasped like someone had let out a
24:05massive fart in church. Fiona didn't notice at first. She just kept talking, acting like the queen of
24:11authenticity. But when she finally turned around and saw it, it was like watching a Jenga tower collapse in
24:19slow motion. She froze, then let out this tiny, pitiful little squeak. Oh, fudge. And that's when things got
24:30really chaotic. Her dad practically launched himself onto the stage, flailing like a businessman who had
24:36just lost a deal. That's a fake security remover. I barely had time to panic before a squad of security
24:44guards came barreling toward me like I was some kind of criminal mastermind. I braced myself to get dragged
24:50out by my hair. But then, Fiona absolutely lost it. Stop! And when I say the whole room froze, I mean like
25:01a Disney movie where time just stops. Fiona stood there, shaking like a soda bottle about to explode,
25:08and croaked out. She's right. I stole the photos, okay? I stole them because, because I just wanted my
25:16dad to finally look at me the way he looks at his stupid golf trophies. I swear you could hear a pin
25:23drop. Even the security guards looked awkward. Then, and I'm not making this up, Fiona grabbed the
25:31B-Real trophy off the podium and shoved it into my hands like it was a hot potato. You're more real than
25:38I'll ever be. And then she ran off stage, sobbing into her overpriced designer scarf with her dad stumbling
25:45behind her, yelling something about lawsuits and PR disasters. Meanwhile, I just stood there, on stage,
25:54holding the trophy. And for once, I didn't feel like hiding behind a lens. I stood tall, cameras flashed,
26:03people clapped, and somehow, in the middle of all that chaos, I finally felt seen. By the next day,
26:12the story wasn't just in our school newspaper. It was everywhere. Suddenly, I wasn't the girl behind
26:20the lens anymore. Floraful's CEO scrambled to fix the mess, even doubling the cash prize. It was enough
26:27to pay for Regina's surgery. And maybe open a few new doors for me, too.
26:33I got a scholarship to the Birnbark Journalism Institute. I was thinking you could, uh… well,
26:39I just… maybe you could apply, too? Because, you know, every writer needs a good photographer, right?
26:47When I got home, the last thing I expected to see was the school newspaper framed on my dad's desk,
26:55next to a cup of cold coffee and a spreadsheet, like it had always belonged there.
27:01That one… that's your photo, right? Yeah. He nodded, like he didn't trust his own voice.
27:09Then he added, I didn't know you had that kind of eye. Your mom, she used to see the world like that, too.
27:19He didn't say, I'm sorry. He didn't say, I'm proud. But he left the frame, right there. And that was
27:27enough, for now. I'm not sure how you noticed all that. I don't know, Dad. I guess it's just called being real.
27:39No one, Dad.
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