I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 56

---time skip---

I finally convinced that Kanye isn't metal, and I entered the competition along with the other girls. There's a stage where the women can stand and show off their attires, makeup, hair, stuff like that. The 11 of us get separated into 11 groups, none of us going against each other in the first part.

"Up next, group 9," the announcer says, my group going up. 

Ari holds Sakari's leash and I step up on the platform, walking to the middle of the line and waiting for my turn. It's my turn and I slowly spin in a circle, taking my cloak off and showing off my dress and hair. Everyone, including the rest of the girls, 'ooh' and 'aah' at me showing off. They end and the judges kick off two girls, leaving me and 5 other girls.

"You were great," Ari says, her time already gone. She, along with all of the girls stayed in because of how amazing their dresses are. Homemade makes a difference.

-finale-

I was up against another girl, one who looks, acts and sounds like a bitch. I step on the platform and walk to the center-ish, standing next to the girl. She's even standing like a bitch, with her hand on her hip and her knee bent. I don't know how she got to the finale because the dress 1) doesn't prevent from a nip slip and 2) is short enough for a slight breeze to show everyone that she doesn't wear underwear.

"Tell us your name," one of the judges says to the other girl.

"Britney," she says, her voice just like a bitch.

"And tell us your name," they say to me.

"Liz. But my nickname's 9," I say, the other girl rolling her eyes loud enough for me to look over to her.

"Okay. Why is your nickname 9," they ask.

"It's a long and sorrowful story that I don't need to tell at the moment," I say. Britney bitch (ha! See what I did there?) scoffs and the judges mark something on their sheets in red pen.

"Where did you get the dress, Britney," another judge asks.

"I got it at a prom dress dealer," she says. They mark something on their sheets.

"And where did you get your dress, Liz," they ask.

"I made it myself. Hard to believe, but it took me a total of 8 months to make it," I say. I had put my cloak on because it started snowing lightly a few minutes ago.

"Impressive," they say. They mark something on their sheets.

"Is there anything else you have to say," the last judge asks.

"Uh, yes," Britney bitch says, shifting hips and knees.

"This woman's lying. I've seen that dress before and it's made by a high-up dress maker," she says, absolutely lying. I made this from a drawing I had done.

"Is this true," the judge asks.

"Absolutely not. I drew this dress design out and bought the materials from small businesses in Iowa," I say, the judges looking back at their sheets and marking something.

"I also have something to say," I say, looking at Britney bitch.

"I also saw your dress before. The sex shop says they want it back," I say. She gasps and the judges mark something again, the girl stamping her feet and objecting.

"This dress is not from a sex shop!"

"Did it come from a stripper shop?"

"No!"

"Oh, so it came from the tramp store."

"IT DID NOT!!"

"I give up. But I think you're lying on where you got that dress. No prom dress makers make their dresses with those stitches. Those are feather stitches, and they don't use feather stitches on prom dresses. They use the zig-zag stitch for quickness," I say, the girl looking at the side seam and stamping her foot again.

"God damn it," she mumbles, crossing her arms.

"By all of the questions and the dress, the winner is," the middle judge says, getting passed a card.

"Liz," they say, the girls and guys cheering. 

I curtsy a little and a man walks to me, handing me a medium sized trophy. On the top, there's a woman with a ball gown doing the princess wave. Britney bitch stomps off stage and I smile, walking off stage after a few seconds. I walk to the 20 people and Ari takes the trophy, switching it out for Sakari's leash.

"How do I hug you," Sid asks, the guys mesmerized by our dresses.

"I don't think you can," I say. 

He makes a sad face and I roll my eyes, walking with the girls back to my house. The guys walk behind us, looking over their others and Sid thinking of how to hug me in this dress. I enter before the others and unleash Sakari, letting her go to the living room. I walk with her and Sid stands in front of me, putting his hand on my shoulders.

"I have an idea," he says, the guys keeping in their laughs while the girls get confused. 

He jumps up and towards me, making Sakari and Corey stand up protectively. He wraps his legs around me and locks his feet at the ankles, clinging right above my skirt. I wrap my arms around his ribs and the guys burst out laughing while the girls 'aww' at us.

"It worked. Now, how do I get down," he asks, leaning back to see me.

"Probably should've thought of that before I did this," he says, looking down.

"You see those folds in the skirt," I say. He nods and slowly puts his feet on the ground, looking like he's slowly becoming one with the dress.

"Now it's way easier to hug you," he says, hugging me again. He lets go and Corey sits on the couch, Sakari sitting beside my spot on the floor.

"I think my back's compressing a little," I say, pulling up my dress in the front. I adjust my sleeves and Corey rolls his eyes, scoffing.

"What? You think you could wear this," I ask, pointing to the dress.

"Yeah. I also think I could wear your shoes," he says.

"Alright. You wanna bet," I ask, a grin forming on his face.

"$50," he says.

"I'll bump you up. $75," I say, both of us shaking hands. I walk up the stairs with Ari and Claire following, the other girls being praised by their others for the dresses.