Katie

Synch

I've made a horrific mistake. As I speak, Katie #3 and Katie #4 are shoving high heels that are probably two sizes too small for me on, and Katie #8 is tying a dress that was a size too big for me, that now is on the tight side after Katie #5 made altercations.

Katie Roswell takes the main stage in the front of the bedroom.

"Alright! Now, as you know, we are all about being in synch with one another, by the end of the night, you need to be 100% in synch with us. We always walk to the tempo of Ice Ice Baby, so just memorize the beat. Also, we can't have people look like clones so each of us get a signature, #9, you get white, #10 gets black and #11 gets grey."

KJ is obviously excited to be allowed to constantly wear black, and I don't mind white, but Kat looks furious.

"Excuse me? You want me to wear what?" She snarls

"Grey matches your complexion well." Says Katie with a smile. "Anyways, you will allowed one signature accessory, so #11 can keep her hoop earrings, #9, you can keep your hat, and #10 can keep that cute gold necklace. But, the nose piercing has to go."

"No." I snap back

"Then the hat has to go."

"No."

"Everyone has one thing." Says #5. She was enjoying this. Her one thing was a bright golden headband that matched her yellow dress.

I tentatively removed the nose piecing and threw it on a nearby coffee table.

"Good." Smiled Katie, "anyways, now that you guys are all done up, time to teach you how to walk!"

Katie showed us out back, where she had a runway for some reason. God, she really is rich.

"We show off our looks every time a new look comes out. This year it's Seattle meets LA." Explains Katie #2

That explains the plaid

"It's also the width of the hallways in JFK, allowing us to alter formations so we can all fit through and leave room for people at the lockers." Said #4, "it's rather complex actually, we have to make sure we can all for through."

We spent 3 hours walking up and down the runway, changing after every go, into more heels that barely fit, and outfits that had to be modified on the fly to fit. By the end, there was a rack of clothing labeled 9, all white with some gold or black accents, fitting tightly on me. And shoes that only actually fit Katie, who has bizarrely small feet, causing the rest of us to be forced to walk around in constant pain. On the other hand we had got the walk down.

We finished one last round on the runway. This was horrible, but KJ had a point. Assuming we could pocket the outfits, this would pay for my college, especially given that we would likely never wear something twice. How does a person become this rich?

I changed back into my normal clothes, and called my dad to pick me up.

"Remember, be here at 6 sharp to get ready for the day!" Reminded Katie sternly

"Wait what?" Says KJ

"We need time to change, do hair and makeup, you know! Make sure we're ready." Says Katie #3

"Its 11, I need beauty rest!" Protests Kat

"Well, it clearly hasn't been working for you." Says #3

It was becoming very obvious that the lower numbers were higher priority and could afford to treat the higher numbers however they wanted. #5 suffered abuses frequently from #2 and #3, but only #2 talked down to #3. Fortunately I got placed higher than Kat for whatever reason, meaning she couldn't be rude for no reason.