HOLLIE'S POV:
I trudged my luggage out the door onto the lawn. I called out to my mom before slamming the door and aggressively turning the key in the lock.
I had told my mom earlier this week I was going to church camp. I thought it would be hard to convince her that me, a sixteen year old girl, would be interested in anything remotely religious let alone a 10 week pilgrim. But somehow, whether it was the fact that I'm a convincing liar or that she was heavily drunk, she took the story and I sure ain't complaining.
The yellow taxi pulled into the driveway and I passed my bags to the driver as he roughly stuffed them in the trunk like they were filled with dog crap that he desperately wanted to get rid of. I clambered into the car and glanced down the street as the car gently rolled away. It was a quiet night but then again not many people are up and roaming the street at 3am. The journey was about 4 hours, I should be there by 7.
You walk into any school around my area and say my name and I guarantee you at least three quarters of the school will have heard of me. I'm the slut in my town. I never wanted this label, I never meant to get it. I was always known as the rich snobby girl but I guess I just got tired of it and wanted to be something more than that, but I never wanted to be known like this.
When I was about 12, my mom and dad split up and my dad left home. Since then my mum's developed a "slight" drinking problem. I can't remember the last time I saw her sober. I know it's bad but without my dad around and having my mum constantly at clubs or out cold, I craved attention, clearly I attracted the wrong kind. I was desperate for someone to notice me so I ditched any skirt lower than my thigh and any top with the neckline higher than cleavage level. Long story short I lost my virginity a week before my 14th birthday and no one's ever seen me differently since.
I lost all my friends the ones that meant something to me, I'm left with a load of anorexic, plastic, fake bitches who care about nothing other than guys, diets and being perfect. I miss being myself and I'm left trapped in a world where I'm constantly pretending to be someone I'm not. Let's just say, I'm pretty much a miserable, lonely slut, surrounded by people who act like they care and that I mean something to them, yet not a single real friend.
So what did I have to lose? I saw the advert and just went for it. I had nothing left anyway. My reputation was already fucked up and I'm pretty sure at rock bottom. I definitely didn't need the money, my mom's divorce settlement covered that even with all the wasted booze cash. I'm not quite sure what drove me to do it but why did it matter anymore? There was no turning back now.
Slowing to a halt, I heard the car rolling across the gravel into the large driveway. It was still almost pitch black but I found my way up to the house following the sliver of light coming from a nearby window. The door towered above me and breathing in deeply I walked up to the steps shivering in the night's soft breeze and slowly put my hand to the knocker, resting it there for just a second gathering my thoughts before finally grasping enough courage to release it, allowing it to bang harshly against the cold metal door.
JORDAN'S POV:
I began packing, throwing all my clothes in, not really caring what I was pulling out of my wardrobe. Kelly, my flat mate, was multitasking, texting rapidly on her phone with her half painted nails and blowing quickly on the ones she had already painted,to dry them; all this whilst she was watching me.
I started packing my make up which was spread out in my dresser, grabbing my worn out powder and bronzer. I went to grab my waterproof mascara but decided to leave it. I wasn't really going to need it, for a program where you're not allowed to cry. I laughed at the stupid rule thinking about how pathetic the reality show I had signed up to was. The producers had made sure that they hired the toughest people in America and I really doubt it that anyone is going to cry because they miss their mommy. I just signed up for the cash, I just have to stay there for 2 months, avoid everyone there, get the money, and buy myself the way out of this deep shit that is my life. I am certainly not going to this stupid program to make besties for lifeies let alone the non existent thing called "love".
