I work at McDonald's for 9 dollars an hour. My uncle and I barely have a home, we have one car, and no money. We both work hard and stuff, but we don't have enough.
I've always looked down to those beauty pageant twats. They're so full of themselves and their dads are overly proud.
I hated the way they smiled, walked, talked, acted, look, and sit, and eat, and more stuff, and some other stuff, too.
So I was obviously disgusted when a big group of them walked into McDonalds in their nice dresses, stupid crowns, perfect hair, and perfect makeup.
But I put on a fake smile and said, "Welcome to McDonalds, WestRoosher branch, order when you're ready."
The girls stepped up and scoffed at my messy hair and minimum makeup.
"Do you have anything..." One girl started to say, "like. Low fat, sugar free, and no carbs?"
I nod and fake another smile, "we have water."
She scoffed, "anything else?"
"Ice."
"Fine." And then they all ordered. One actually smiled at me. She also said please and thank you. A few minutes later, after they all ordered, a couple guys walked in. Both of which were wearing suits. They were obviously with all the queen things when they stepped up to pay for them.
Jeez. Body guards? A little much, right?
One looked about 17, the other in his mid forties.
"Are you paying?" I asked.
"Yeah." The older one says.
The younger one, probably closer to my age, was eyeing me. I just ignored him as I accepted the money from the other.
Then the younger spoke, "Bill." He said.
The older man, probably Bill looked over, "hm?" He questioned.
The younger whispered in his ear, and Bill looked at me and nodded. So I was confused, because there were two strange men staring at me instead of giving me money.
The younger one looked back at me, "how old are you?"
"17, why?" I said.
More whispering. The girls just kinda stand there confused.
"Would you like to run for the Miss Summer beauty pageant?" The younger one asked.
"No." I said.
"Can you?" He asks.
"I'm confused." I declare.
The younger one sighed.
"Alright." He said, "I'm James, this is Bill. And the lovely ladies behind us are Amy, Jordan, Patricia, Lily, and Isabelle. You have the perfect face for one of these competitions and WestRoosher has to win this year."
I snorted, "me? Perfect face? Pah-lease. Is there someone behind me?" I asked turning around. When nobody was there I face them all again.
"You have real potential." James said.
"Aren't I supposed to be ladylike?" I asked.
James blinked, "we can pay you."
I leaned onto the counter, "I'm listening..."
"A thousand bucks?" He asked hopefully.
I shrugged, "eh..."
"God..." James muttered, "ten thousand?"
I looked at him. "Wait. Seriously?"
"Yeah." James nodded slowly.
"I don't know..." I said, "I'd have to tell my uncle..."
"We'll give you the night to think about it. If you choose yes, go to the WestRoosher auditorium. We do all our stuff in New York City. So we'll give you a free plane ride there."
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So I'm now walking on the side walk to the auditorium. After a long discussion with my uncle, he finally agreed to let me go. I told my manager too, who was super good about it, and wished me luck.
I regretted my decision the second I got to the building. I pushed the door open to Bill and James in the lobby.
"I'm telling you she won't-"
"I came." I say with a slight wave.
"Oh." Bill says.
James nods, "follow us out the back. We're taking a bus to the air port."
"Okay." I say, still regretting my decision.
I follow them out the back door and see the big bus. When I get on I realized I probably didn't wear the right thing.
All the twats are wearing nice T-shirt and nice skinny jeans combo, while I'm here in my torn up skinny jeans and a loose black T-shirt with a skull on it on, with my hair in a loose bun.
"Hi." I say to all the blank stares. "I'm Liz."
Then I went and sat in the back next to my duffle bag, I refused to have taken away from me.
Since the back seat was a longer one next to a bathroom, someone was already there, next to the bathroom wall.
"Hey." She says, "so you're the new one?"
"Yeah." I say digging through my bag. "I only did it for the money."
The girl smiles, "my dad wanted me to. I'm Jordan, by the way."
"I'm Liz." I say as I find what I was looking for, "so have you done this before?"
Jordan nods, "yeah. I've been doing it since I was 12. And I'm 17 now, so that's... This is my fifth year."
I nod slowly, and pull out a banana, "I can eat right?"
She smiles and nods.
"So what's this like?" I ask, taking a bite.
"Well we go to New York and practice being 'pretty.' We have to work on posture and stuff, then we all eat and bond and stuff." Jordan says, with a small questionable hesitation. "It's pretty fun if you try to have fun."
I eat my banana pig like.
"I wouldn't..." She starts to say.
I snort keeping my mouth shut, "I'm hungry. I didn't eat breakfast."
When I finish, I toss the peel in the garbage and pull out my phone.
"How much longer?" I ask Jordan.
"Twenty minutes..." She says slowly.
I lean back and slide down in my seat so I was staring at my phone with a double chin.
"Kay." I say.
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A.N: Welcome to the end of the chapter well known as '1' or 'one.' Thanks for reading my book(insert exclamation point here)
This was a terrible first chapter, and I wrote it as a filler-upper for the next chapters.
Sorry for mistakes.
See ya' then!
