A Fiend as a Friend

Chapter 1

I dropped the last skirt that I had on my bed, frustrated. I had an audition to go for and nothing seemed to be going the right way. Well, I had a song to present, but my parents were so against it and I couldn't even find the right clothes.

I looked at my best friend, Sharon who was sitting at the edge of my bed glaring hard at me. Her eyebrows were knitted together in a frown causing me to giggle. "Sharon, I...I need someone to encourage me."

"Encourage you? Do you expect me to encourage you to risk your life like this? You know something, I shouldn't have promised to keep this a secret from your parents. It makes me feel bad."

I nodded and folded my arms across my chest. "How am I risking my life, huh? I'm doing this to support my family. It's not like if I stay at home, money will pop out from somewhere."

She stood up to me and frowned deeper. "And that job has to be this? Look, sweetheart, once you get employed, you'll be in for big trouble. Your quiet life will become...oh my goodness, Felicity, you need to think this twice."

I laughed. "Well, I already registered and the audition is coming up today. I really don't have time to rethink. So, can you just do me a favor of helping me get the right clothes?" I sighed when she looked away from me. "What if I don't get employed? See, there are thousands of people going for that audition."

"Yeah, that is it. What if, what if. Okay, let's think about this. What if you get employed?"

"Look, I've come deep into this and as my bestie, you should be supporting me, not doing this!" I spat, getting angry. I walked back to my almost empty wardrobe and decided to wear the last gown there. It wasn't a clothe that I really liked, but I didn't want to stay in the room, arguing endlessly with Sharon. It was tiring.

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I managed to sneak out of the house when my parents were asleep. I didn't want to get embroiled in another round of argument. Sharon had made it clear that she wasn't going to follow me to a place that would ruin my life. I didn't care anyway. I have my life to live and she has hers. Nobody gets to make choices in my life but I.

Immediately I got out, I sighed in relief. I just hoped Sharon would not tell on me. I imagined my parents coming to drag me out of the audition room, while I was still singing and shook with fear. It would be terrible.

I jumped inside my car and drove to Collins hall-the place where the audition was taking place. I got there in no time, since it wasn't really far from my house. As expected, the place was crowded with a lot of people. I noticed some people interviewing the participants. I sighed. The last thing I needed was getting my face all over the pages of a newspaper.

What annoyed me the most was when I saw the other participants getting encouragements from friends and family. Mine were totally against my decision for reasons I didn't even understand.

My family was of middle-class. My daddy worked in a publishing company and my mother worked in a school. Then, to the most annoying thing, my parents didn't like me much. They always wanted another child, but God in his infinite mercies didn't give them one. Well, they were so desperate that they adopted another, a boy actually.

Well, enough about my annoying family. I had an audition to prepare for. I walked slowly to the place where everyone was standing. I tried talking to a few people, but they all looked too busy to care.

"Let everyone get ready. The audition will begin in five minutes", a man said, constantly checking his watch.

I was given a number and I groaned when I found out that I was number fifty on the list- a sign that I would probably lose. Later on, all the participants were ushered into a large hall where we were told to sit down in numerical order. To my greatest shock and dismay, I found out that I was the last on the list since nobody sat at my back.

Okay, I really was unfortunate. My eyes moistened with tears and I blinked hard to prevent them from falling down my cheeks.

"Number one contestant?" the man that had previously talked said. Then, a blonde stood up, wearing an anxious look. He nodded and ushered her to a room.

Just as I began to wonder how long I would stay here for, the blonde lady ran out of the room, her face wet with tears. I watched as people gathered around her, asking her what happened.

I shuddered and looked away. What if I came out of there like her?

The man came out again and called for the second contestant. I sat up, hoping for the best, but when the second contestant came out in two minutes, my head began to spin uncontrollably. What was going on?

Curious, I walked over to the front where people were discussing. I looked at the man that had gone in as the second contestant.

"I just said my name and he got me kicked out. What sort of contest is this?" he said, his eyes burning with anger.

"At least, yours is better. He told me that I didn't have a gift. He said I was not tal..talented",the first lady cried.

I sighed, feeling for them. There was a man in there, making everyone cry. Both of them had talked about a 'he'

Maybe me being last on the list was wonderful. I needed to learn from the mistake of others.

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Sorry if this was really boring. I promise to make the rest chapters more interesting. This is my first novel and so, I hope that you comment, vote and share your wonderful ideas. I'll accept criticism, as long as it is constructive. Thank you for reading.