Wake up! You can't be late! You will be thrown out if you're late. Move, Ms. Chase! Madeline shakes me awake. I groan. I don't wanna do this shit today.
Go away. I don't even wanna be hear. I don't care if I'm thrown out. Piss off! I say. My voice is muffled because my face is pressed into the sheet with the pillow smashed on top of my head. I'm not a morning person, what can I say. Who is?!
She just huffs and scurries to my suitcase. I can hear her sighing and mumbling under her breath. She's pissed at me I think. Well she did warn me and told me to get up early yesterday and I kinda did just brush her off. But it takes a lot for Madeline to be this pissed at someone or something. It must be something else. Whatever. She'll get over it when she she's my rank I think. I hope.
They told us everything except for our Battles rank, our Beauty rank and our overall rank.
It's like showing a kid a birthday present, letting them shake it and talking to the other people about how great it is but never letting the kid open it.
I decide to be helpful today and be nice to her. She does do everything for, I kind of feel bad for her. She's so nice to me. Madeline deserves a Class E kid. Not Class AA.
I roll out of bed and move towards the bathroom. Turning on the shower, I grab the towels I use and my soaps and shampoos. I step into the warm waterfall. I moan at the great feeling of the blazing hot water touching my tired muscles. Something about the feeling just gets me every time.
I hear Madeline thanking me for getting in the shower without putting up a fight. It would be one of the first times. Whoops.
As I'm washing my body with my strawberry soaps, Madeline knocks on the door.
Yes! I shout back. What is it?!
Dear, may I come in and lay out the things I'll need for your makeup and hair please. She pleads. Madeline knows I hate it when people come in while I'm showering, curtain or no curtain. I hate it. I always have and always will.
I yell back a forced yes. I don't want her to come in but she is pissed at something and we're late. So whatever.
The door opens and I can feel the cooler air flood the bathroom. I shiver when it hits me. Madeline comes in and starts digging through the makeup bag. I hear metal and plastic getting set down on the counter.
When I'm done I wrap the towel around my shivering body. Flipping my hair so I'm looking at the ground I use the towel to dry it a bit. Madeline pushes a pile of clothes into my chest.
This is what you'll wear. It suits your badass attitude and it represents your rank. She says with a smile. God I live her. She always tries to make me happy with the little things. It's awesome. She has like this superpower.
I walk out into the bedroom part of the hotel room. Throwing the pile on the bed I look at my outfit. Madeline picked out a black fitted crop top, ripped black skinnies, a pair of black ankle socks and a green bomber jacket with the writing:'Be a warrior. Not a worrier.' on the back. She paired the outfit with some black pumps. Madeline will probably tie a black bandana around my head and apply some blood red lipstick.
I've worn outfits like this before, especially to pack meeting that are kind of formal. The black represents my rank, omega. And the heels, lipstick, bandana and the skin showing is my badass attitude as Madeline put it. She's really cute.
I dress and strut back into the bathroom where Madeline has the straightener ready and hot. Oh boy. She's does a really good job when she straightens my hair. When Madeline does that she's going all out. She really wants me to get a mate. Well, at least someone will be happy. And it won't be me.
She pushes me onto the closed toilet seat.
I need to do your hair so just sit on your phone or something. She bosses. I can tell Madeline really wants this for me. I love her a lot.
I nod and pull out my phone. I go onto Instagram and check the homepage. I laugh at some of the pictures and answer some of the DMs I got.
While she does my hair I go onto Twitter, Tumblr and Facebook before she says that she's done. When I look into the mirror I'm amazed. My hair looks so clean and healthy.
Oh honey we're not done yet. How do you feel about dying it. I bought some dye. She brings out the hair dye. It's blue, purple and pink. She explains that she would do a a galaxy-ish color.
Fuck yeah. I respond. Madeline just giggles. I'm fucking pumped for this shit.
When she's done after what seems like forever, I sprint to the mirror. It's goals. I swear to the mother of penguins I'm gonna make some no titty bitches jealous. Fucking hell yes.
She just laughs at my reaction and pushes me back down onto the toilet again. I watch her rummage around for the makeup. Madeline hurries back over to me with a bandana and some makeup. She starts and I fight the urge to look in the mirror again.
The second she's done I'm in front of the mirror again.
My eyeliner is perfection.
My eyeshadow is the best she's ever done.
My lipstick could be Bella's (twilight) blood.
I'm a masterpiece.
Madeline looks at me with a look that says your gonna slay some bitches ass today. Have I mentioned that I love her?
After saying goodbye I march to the lobby, where I'll get picked up. Today everyone get brought there separately. I don't know or care, for that matter, why.
The black limo comes and I climb in. Without talking to the driver or thanking anyone I whip out my headphones and phone. Plugging them in I block out the world.
We arrive after about 30 minutes and they blindfold me.
Who the hell do you think you are! Get this fucking shit out of my face and let me see! I growl at the blindfolder.
They just keep walking me to my cage. Yes cage. The top 100 go first. Then the girls ranked 101 to 200 go. Then the next one hundred go. And so on. Till everyone has been in the lovely cages. We don't know if we are first or not because they tell us what time we have to be there. Or what time we'll be put in cages. So I could be the first or the fifth wave for all I know. But since I looked at the time this morning and it's only 10am, I'm pretty sure that I am the first wave.
I hear the door get shut and the blindfold get pulled off my eyes. If these son of bitches smeared my makeup I'll rip their balls off!
I look around. I'm in the first cage. What the motherfucking hell!? I'm an omega! How the fuck am I first! Whatever. I turn around and look at all of the guys. Damn there are a lot of dudes here.
My name gets called and I wait for someone to hit the buzzer.
Today's gonna be a good day.
I can feel it.
