Who Killed Who?

Stage Fright!

Why can't my hair curl as nicely as hers?!?!?!?!? I frown, pulling the baby pink curling iron away from my golden hair. Curling your hair is way more difficult than this girl on YouTube makes it look.

I can't believe I made it onto Who Killed Who, but I also can't stand that you have to look decent on the first episode. Like let me throw on some sweats, and pull my hair into a ponytail. That's what the viewers are seeing the rest of the season.

After hours of burning my fingers, I finally finish my hair. I slowly drag my way over to my bed, where a pink, silk, dress is laying, curtesy of my mom. She has good intentions, just blehhhhh. I hate dresses!

You know what else I hate? Those stupid showmances. Like they're bound to die anyways. I mean, especially in this show.

I quickly wash my hands, before plopping in my contacts, over my ocean blue eyes.

I throw on some concealer, and mascara, and pull the dress over my head.

Once everything is in place, I glance back at my turquoise covers. The same ones where I was jumping up and down, nonstop. The place where I opened the letter.

Laying on top, is a pair of heels, previously covered by this dress. They are white and rose gold.

I squeeze them onto my feet, and head outside to my white Porsche.

It doesn't take long before I've reached the mansion. I have to park in the cast parking lot so that the live audience doesn't see me yet.

Eventually, everyone is here. I look around, nobody really catching my eye, yet. I'll need a solid alliance if I want to win.

Soon, a producer comes, putting us in a line, with us walking onto stage, one by one. I'm third. The first person goes, a girl around my age, with auburn hair, and piercing blue eyes.  A maroon dress clings around her torso, fanning out at her waist. She obviously has applied false eyelashes, because her eyes look incredibly big. A matching maroon shade is covering her lips. She is really tan, and petit. I envy her looks.

I vaguely hear the commentator say her name. India Montgomery. The second she hits centre stage, I am deafened by applause. The pretty girls always get the most applause.

The boy in front of me looks nervous as the crowd dies down. The host calls him, and he takes in a giant breath before leaving the safety of the parking lot.

The boy isn't ugly, but definitely not my type. His skinny face as covered by his giant black glasses, and his light washed jeans are perfect length, obviously tailored to his size for this occasion. He is quite tan, and his body type is sly. His dark brown hair has gel holding it up in a messy, but not too messy style.

Simon Gland. The host says, and more applause. This is when it hits me, I'm up next! I hold my eyes closed, and allow my heartbeat to slow down to normal.

Hailey Blossom.

I take one more sturdy breath before walking as casual as possible up to centre stage. (Do you know how hard it is to act casual when you are totally not feeling casual?!?!? ITS HARD!) The crowd goes wild, and a tiny smile emerges onto my face. Just as I become comfortable in front of the thousands of people in the audience, I am ushered to the door of the mansion.

I sneak one last glance at the outside world before opening the door and entering.

The heavy door slams behind me, and I flinch. Right in front of me lays a large staircase, cascading down to the main floor, where I hear two voices interacting.

I carefully make my way down the steps, (which is very hard in these heels) and follow their voices to the giant kitchen.

"Hello," the boy, Simon, says, starring at me with his light brownish tan eyes. I look at him and smile as best as I can.

"Hi." Before the conversation can carry, I hear the large door slam shut again. I hear the clicking of heels on the staircase. It's a girl. In unison, me, Simon, and India all look up.

The girl walking down the stairs is as skinny as a toothpick. She has long, straight, strawberry blonde hair, and yellowy green eyes. Tiny freckles cover her cheeks and nose. A loose pink dress with a built in choker hangs across her slim figure. She is as tall as me, maybe a little taller. She looks about 5'7.

"Hey guys!" Her voice is high, and a genuinely happy smile is planted on her face. The heels on her tiny feet are Barbie like, giving her at least another 2 inches, a white strap just above her ankles.

"Hello," I hear Simon say to her from behind me. He probably said it to India too.

Once the girl reaches the bottom step, I walk up and shake her hand.

"It's Meredith," she says, and before I can introduce myself, she continues. " I heard them call your name, hey Hailey!"

More people trail in, a new person every minute, until 15 people are in the mansion.

We eventually all decide to go to the living room, to introduce ourselves.

We all try to squeeze onto the four couches provided. A little squishy saying that they are meant for only three people each. I wasn't in a rush, running out of the options because of my short dresses and heels.

Me and Meredith are the last ones here. All of the seats are taken. Meredith merely squeezes between India and a girl I don't recognize on one of the couches. I, on the other hand, am healthily skinny, but not that skinny, so squeezing in somewhere is not an option.

I am literally seconds away from sitting on the floor when a group of guys call me over to their couch.

"Hey princess, there's space here," a boy I vaguely remember pats his knees.

Do I really want to sit on his lap? No. But I really don't want to be the only person sitting on the floor, so I guess I'll have to suck it up.

I politely sit on his knee, flattening my skirt, lightly blushing. Looking at the group of boys on this couch, nobody really rings a bell.

When nobody knows who should go first. The boy that I am currently sitting on stands up, sliding me into his previous spot. There is room on both of my sides, saying that the boy is much more muscular than me.

"Alrighty, my name is Alex, I'm 20, and currently finishing school for becoming a lawyer." He winks towards me as he says this last bit. "I work out."

{ Authors Note.}
Heyyy! Hope u like the story so far. I added on a lot!!!! to make this chapter longer. But don't worry, I'll still be posting another chapter this Friday. I really appreciate all of the support. Btw, ik that Alex isn't in the CAST section yet, in Authors Note yet. I'll do it soon. Make sure to tell me if you like longer, or shorter chapters!

-Lucy