The Not So Pageant Girl (On Hold)

Chapter Fifteen

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Chapter Fifteen

When we get back to the hotel, Karen was sitting in the lobby, tapping away on her blackberry. I always imagined old ladies with flip phones, or at the least the slidey ones, but with the blackberry in Karen’s hand, she looked in any other words, pro.

“So did you guys get the clothes?” Karen asked, as we slowly approached her. I glanced at Jacob, who was giving me the silent treatment, and all he does is shrug and not even look my way. I know I was rude, so I couldn’t exactly blame him. What I said had gone too far.

“I got quite a few things…” I mumbled, crossing my arms, suddenly feeling unusually insecure. It was not until now that I realized I was in a Pageant and honestly I wasn’t even fit enough. No boobs, no long legs, and not to mention when was the last time I shaved? And my weight. Oh gosh, my weight. The last time I checked, I was what, 120? Is that too fat? They expect me to be a two digit number, don’t they?

“Good. Since it’s so late already, you’ll have to take your training lesson tomorrow, while Jennifer takes the break. She learns quickly, mind you.” Karen said, closing her phone and returning it to her Gucci purse. Gucci. Goodness. I was carrying a bag from the what? Dollar store?

“Alright.”

“How about you Jacob? Give Victoria any advice?” Karen asked now, looking at Jacob who hadn’t said a thing yet. He scratched his head. “Her style is so… special that I didn’t know how to help her.”

I quirked an eyebrow, wondering if I should be offended or not. Special?

“Well, I’m excited to see what you’ve got tomorrow.” Karen chirped. She then told us to eat dinner, but instead of returning to my suite, I headed for the candy shop, wondering if Edmund was there so he could spare me a taffy or two. Jacob went the other way, which I was completely fine with.

I passed by shops, and one particular store selling magazines and books was open, with a stack of free todays newspapers at the front waiting for someone to take it, caught my attention. I hurriedly grabbed one, wondering why I didn’t see it when I was out. I was probably too annoyed with Jacob.

But that didn’t matter.

On the front of the page, was me.

Me, screaming and jumping, staring at my bloody finger. With Jen at my side, looking very cute.

Me, however, was looking hideous.

“Oh my gosh…” I mumbled, horrified with what I saw. My hair was messed up, flying everywhere, and my mouth was opened in a very unattractive way. There was something in my teeth, and blood was squirting out of my finger, dropping onto the carpet floor. Shit, did I have to pay for new carpets?

Or did that even matter? How did I even get into this Pageant?!

I examined the headline, and although not knowing what it said, I knew it was something along the lines of The Girl From Canada, looking like an idiot! Or Will Canada stand a chance this year?