(The picture is Maggie Jones)
" Remind me never to get on you bad side," a voice spoke from behind me. I wasn't surprised since he came in with feet like elephants.
" Sure," my voice cracked.
Suddenly, a wave of tension crashed through the room. I turned to see fifty people looking at me in shock.
"What?" I asked," You know it's rude to stare." I thought aloud. I marched out the room wishing to be anywhere but here.
A few minutes later a loud knock on my door brought me from my slumber.
"What," I practically yelled.
"You need to get ready for your interview," a male voice replied.
Great, just great. This is exactly what I needed I thought to myself.
"Sure I'll be down in a few," I called back.
Of course I arrived five minutes late. After getting shouted at I pointed out that I hadn't missed my turn.
I got called onto the stage.
"Yes," I called before getting pushed into the camera's view.
"Can you answer some questions for me," the interviewer asked.
"Sure but whether or not I'll answer them is a different question all together," I replied telling the truth.
He chucked.
"Ok then. Where do you come from?," he asked.
" California, America, North America, Northern Hemisphere, Earth, Milky Way, Galaxy, Universe," I answers.
What it's the truth. Don't judge me I'm weird.
"Well thank you for that. Next question. Why are you here?"
" Because I got excepted by this shows management," I said.
" No I mean why did you send in the application," the annoying person asked.
"I didn't."
" Then why are you here?" God can't he stop with these questions already.
" Because I am and no I will not go into anymore detail," I answered cautionally.
"Thank you then, this is the last question. What music do you like and are you excited to meet the boys," okay than how am I supposed to answer that.
" I like eight bands, Bon Jovi, Inxs, Bruse Springsteen, Bryan Adams, Belinda Carlisle, Shania Twain, the Beach Boys and Peter Gabriel. Also that is two questions but I'll be nice and answer the second one. I am excited I guess but I'm not overly happy to be here." I told him," Can I go now?"
"Umm, yes I guess you can. See you tomorrow won't we," he asked.
"Only if I'm not in a jail cell under the charges of murdering there obnoxious brats that I will have to live with," was my smart ass replie.
***The Next Day***
"Hello everybody and welcome to This Is the Life hosted by me Jerry Larkson, star guest s One Direction and 15 fans. This show will last five weeks. Everyone three contestants will have to leave. During their stay here they will have the life of One Direction and get to make life long friends. The audience makes the choices here. They get to vote after every show who they want to see for the next week. Lets welcome the boys. Come up here One Direction!"
I watched as the crowd went wild and five boys stepped onto the stage. They were cute in a boyish way. I could immediately tell who was the 'bad' boy, the flirt, the child, the father figure and who was most vain. I really wanted to kill myself do right there and then. I could also tell that they were at the gym. Shit.
The presenter then started to call out the girls names. Once they were on stage they would sit down and watch their interview. Geesh these girl and looking fake.
Eventually, my name was called out. I could tell that One Direction remembered me. Kill me now.
"Hello Hannah, how are you?" Jerry asked.
"Hi I'm fine thanks."
" Do you want to see your interview now?" he questioned.
Unlike the other girls I answers, " No but we're going to anyway."
Jerry looked astonished, the other girls looked shocked and the boys just smirked. What can I say. A lot it seems.
After we watched the interview the girls had their mouths hanging open. Funny.
"Well now I think we know our contestants a little better why don't we let them spend some time with the boys. Untill tomorrow goodbye!" Jerry finished signalling the end of the show.
"Bitch, I don't care what you do but I don't want to see your face around here after the first round. Got it cause if not you will pay," Stella the queen bee of fakeness hissed at me.
" Firstly I'm a wolfess not a bitch, secondly I don't care what you want and thirdly you can't make me pay anymore than I already have," I whispered back. I strolled off the stage and headed for the kitchen.
