The Next's Elite

Chapter 13: "He is your judges, Rachel!"

Chapter 13

I feel somebody is sitting beside me while I'm sleeping. They look at me with unhappy. I wake up. Danice, Ninna, and Vinne are staring at me. 

"Morning!" I said, "What?" they still staring at me. 

"What did you do last night?" asked Danice. His faces very strong. He is going to angry me. 

"I slapped him," I said while trying to get up. 

"Yeah, you slap! He only kisses you. You just skip it and walk away. It enough! You should not have to slap him! Do you know how fault you are?" he shouts at me. 

"Danice! I'm not bitch! I'm not a girl that everyone can kiss me every time," I shout, "It not my fault! Is him! I will not do anything if he didn't kiss me! Understand?" I continue. 

"You didn't understand!" he said, "He is your judges, Rachel!" he said. This sentence make me stuck a moment. What? Judges? Who? Is the Prince? "He kisses you, and he will make a judgment. He kisses every girl in this competition! This is competition, Rachel! You will fail!" he still yelling at me. 

"Yeah! I'll fail! I will be back home and leave this crazy competition!" I said and leave the bed. 

"Rachel!" he called me. I didn't listen and walk to the dressing room. I'm sitting there for hours. I didn't take shower and eating.

They try to calls and knock the door, but I have no feel to talk anymore.

Sweetheart, one thing I want you to do...is WIN! You will know what they gonna do with you and other girls from now to the end of the competition.I hear mom voice in my head. If I leave, she will be unhappy.

I came here because I love her. She wants me to win. I should do it. I decided and leave the dressing room. They're waiting me outside. "Breakfast yet?" I begin. They nodded disagree. 

"It's almost lunch!" said Vinne, "Everyone asking me where were you." she said.  

"I told them, you sick. So this morning, they told us to tell you that this noon at 12 p.m you have to go to donate with them in there," said Danice. 

"Donate?" I asked, "Okay! I like that." I said. I like to donate with women and children. It my favorite. 

"Good! Come here. We're gonna to makeup you." Said Danice. 

"Please, Danice. Can I rest my face a day?" I asked. I feel tired of makeup. They look at me a moment, 

"Okay! So put on clothes," He said. 

"Thank you," I smiled a bit. They put me on the pants, a shirt, and a scarf.  

"I think there would be hot, keep your scarf," He said. He was angry me, but now he so kind. This is I can't hate him and everyone.

After 20 minutes, I get downstairs and go ahead to the Limousine with Aya. She stills walk next to me and holding my hand every time.

I don't know where to go. Or they put us in the forest like before? Or throw us away with the women and children? I feel Aya is nervous. She afraid of going too far and work with poor people. I don't think like that. I'm happy to do with it. I feel pity to their women and children. When I was at New York City, I have no chance to donate, but now I can. So, I have to do it for my mom. 

After a half hour, I get the big house at the corner of the street. It looks beautiful with full of colors. I love it. I guess this is Poor Children Department.

We enter.

Then, I see a gentleman walking to us. He introduces himself. He is a Director of Merchant Family Foundation in Paris, France. Really great! His name, Ryan Fanderest. 

The whole building is not completely beautiful. There is some fixing in there. Today, we're not going to sit and talking to those children, but we have to do a lot of things. There are 20 rooms. So, they give us each room and decorate it by ourselves.

The things we gonna do are...painting the wall, drawing picture on the wall, making flowers, making model of the building, creating tools for children, and teaching children. GREAT!!! That's my favorite! I'm not afraid to do it. 

I choose a room near the stair on the right of the big entrance. It's pretty large. Now, I want to painting the wall and drawing pictures. I think children would be like full colors, so I start up with pink, orange, yellow, red, and blue. I am painting like crazy. On the right wall, I choose pink and blue to paint. I paint it in polka-dotted style. Very beautiful. Then, on the left wall, it has a small window. So, I draw a flowers and alphabets. I put it in a lot of color and I cut yellow clothes and hang it on the window. Then, the front wall, I draw the numbers and months. I think children would be like my room. The last, I clean all the mess on the floor and decorate the flowers. I pick the roes, lily, jasmine, and violet putting it together in the pink vain. I'm putting the large table on the center of the room with 8 chairs and the flowers. The books and pencils are prepared on the table. I feel good with these things.

Then, I called all the children to enjoy my room. They're so cute. They're sitting and touching my wall. Some of them, reading my letter. Very good! I give them big smiles.

After that, Mr. Ryan coming to my room. He likes it and he doesn't believe I can do it. He called all the girls to join my room too. Aya looks stuck a moment because she likes my room too. Amy and Julia smile at me and come to standing near me, but other girls are glancing to us and standing on the corner near him. I don't know why they're so hate me. Or they think I'm a great one and try to do everything to get a best chance to win? That's wrong! But I don't care. Right now I'm hungry. I didn't get breakfast and lunch. Now, I feel weaker. After that, we head back to the hotel and rest and get dinner.

Dinner was serving private in the room. I am eating it with Danice and my prep team. The foods were amazing.

The first dish, Plat Principle 2. The dish, drizzled with avocado oil and turnip honey then strewn with thin slices of turnip and warm crumbs of citrus fruit, was crowned with a couple of the chubbiest langoustines, shelled and stuffed with fennel shoot and its feathery flowers.

Second dish, Les Pains. A pleasing silver platter proffered five breads that had been baked on the premises. The baguette with bite was yeasty and well-seasoned; wholemeal and pain au sarrasin were both decent; while sourdough was crisp and slightly tangy. The cereal roll, seedy and crusty with almost moist middle, was the best of the bunch. The last is the dessrt Pettit Fours. A sterling tray supplied some extra treats. Le moins petit petit fours was a shot, half-filled with honey roasted pear imbathed in its jus rôtibeneath chestnut crème, the glass capped with a fine caramel circle. The airy, fluffy chestnut and light, crackly tuile were very good, but the sweet pear was a little watery. Pâte à choux, piped full of vanilla cream, peppered with pistachio and surmounted with caramelised hazelnut was light, nutty and reminiscent of Ferrero Rocher. Finally, two squares of salty chocolate biscuit sandwiching mint choc mousse were very tasty - the brittle, bitter cookies coupled pleasantly with fresh, cool, clean menthol.

I eat all of them. Very good. Then, I back to the bed. Danice just tell me about tomorrow.

Tomorrow we have to go back to the New York City and drop the girls at the noon.