DARA'S POV
Days passed so quickly and i still don't have any plans how to win that pageant. Ok, let me lay down the rules of that contest. Half of the scores will depend on the tickets sold. Half will depend on me. Me?!? What can a person like me offer that will make the judges choose me over the other constestants? There's a talent portion and i can't think of any talent to show except play and top the scores in video games or eat food the fastest. I don't even know if you can call that a talent. Then there's mini fashion show that we have to walk on stage while sporting three sets of clothes. I pity the one who designed it what with the kind of body i have. The clothes will look like it was perfectly ironed and they used a hanger(that's me) to prevent it from wrinkling. Ughh! The last one will be the question and answer. That, i am a little confident. Just don't ask anything about general info that i'm not aware of then I'm good to go.
"You're spacing out again Dara-ah." I felt someone nudged me by the shoulder that snatched me out of my reverie.
"Who wouldn't? We only have days left and i still haven't thought of what I'll do in that pageant." I said palming my face as i stared at the students passing by in front of us.
"Relax Dara. You'll think of something. It doesn't have to be too fancy and all." She calmly said as she file her nails. Yes people. That's how relax she is while I'm at the verge of losing it. I can now imagine myself being humiliated in front of the crowd.
"I think I'm gonna lose and Krystal will make fun of me for the rest of my life. And guess what? This is all your fault!" I muttered as I massaged my temple. "Plus the fact that I haven't sold even half of the tickets assigned to me. I heard Krystal is almost done with hers and requesting for another batch of tickets to sell."
"Don't worry about the tickets, I already distributed them to our friends. They can sell them in a snap." She confidently said while tapping my shoulder with her nail file. Aigoo. This girl really. "I think everything will go smoothly. We'll show that mother effin biatch who rules this school. I'm so excited!!!" She giggled as she hugged me sideways while staring at the distance with her sparkling anime eyes again.
"That could be true if you're the one who joined the pageant. But if its me, then you must be dreaming." I said matter of factly. I mean come on. I wasn't born for this!!!
"That's not true, you got what it takes to be THE Ms. Congeniality. And who knows? Maybe you'll be partnered with Jaejoong, the love of your life." She said while she let her brows dance in excitement. Speaking of Jaejoong.
"Since you've mentioned him, he's been acting strange lately." I told her as i remembered the last time we're together.
She furrowed her brows as she scoot closer to me. "Strange? How so?"
"Well, he apologized without doing anything bad."
"Did you ask him why?
"I did but he quickly changed the topic. I don't get him." I told her and that made her raised her left brow. She heaved a deep sigh before patting my back.
"Just be careful and always be on your guard. Arasso?" She asked, her eyes full of worry.
I was about to ask her why but our topic suddenly popped out of nowhere. "Hi guys! Hey Dara.." Jaejoong appeared as he flashed his smile to us.
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My Mortal Enemy #143
FanfictionA young girl named Dara lived in a mansion owned by a wealthy family who took them in. They were nice to her and his father and treated them as family except for their only son Jiyong who did nothing but bully her. Growing up was easy if not for he...
