The Fast Lane

Holy crap. I'm so excited to be doing this book with my co-writers and contestants :D

*Takes deep breath*

Sorry about that I'm a little nervous too.

I just want to say a MAJOR THANK YOU to all my FINAL CONTESTANTS that MADE it through my submissions. This work of art would not have been created without you gals. <3

So that's all for now, I can't talk to much, you all came here to read right?

Well scroll down! I'll be talking constantly through this...competition. ;)

Prologue ~

One whole hour.

Fifteen other girls and I have been stuck in this boring, white wall room for a whole hour and nobody has said anything to us at all!

I don't even understand why I'm here. My mom told me to get dressed and me being me thought we were going shopping, turns out she was dropping me off, in this room. It was only six girls at the time, and we were all confused. More girls came and now there's fifteen of us in here. I seriously hope whatever is going on... there aren't anymore people added to this room. I feel like I'm about to start suffocating.

I noticed a girl twirling her fingers around a strand of her hair looking around curiously yet nervously. I walked over and sat down on the ground next to her. She looked up and smiled.

"Bored?" she guessed.

I sighed, leaning back against the wall for support. "Very." I muttered.

"That makes two of us then." she chuckled.

A brunette was pacing on the wall next to us, mumbling things under her breath each time she turned the opposite direction.

"Or three." I noted, watching her grumble and scowl.

"What's your name? You know, might as well start making friends in case we all end up as slaves for vampires or something." She piped. I shook my head at her, a chuckle escaped my mouth.

"Roxanne Beau."

She nodded and stuck her hand out. "Well Roxanne, I'm Layla Ashburn."

I took her hand and shook it, we both let go and went back to watching the other girls squeal and ask each other why we were here.

"Why do you think we're here?" she asked after a moment of silence between us. I shrugged, scratching my head in the process.

"I'm not really sure. But now that I think of it, my mom was trying to take my clothes out of my room this morning for something. Maybe we're going away...?" I trailed off thinking what my mother was doing this morning. She was trying to pack up some of my clothes last night too. But she said it was just for Good Will or the homeless or something so I didn't pry.

"My mom just told me to get dressed and get in the car." Layla frowned. "She said not to forget my phone though so I guess we're not in trouble or anything."

"You know.. I think we're here because we're secretly going to be trained as spies!" I exclaimed. A few girls looked at me weirdly, I laughed. "Just kidding.."

"So how old are you anyway?" Layla asked.

"I'm 18. What about you?"

"I'm 18 too." she replied.

My eyes trailed around the room, noticing nothing but an old fashioned speaker system in the top corner near the door. This whole thing just seems a bit..sketchy. I'm pretty sure every girl in this room was dropped off here, but why?