Perfect

1. Emma

I open my computer and enter in my password. Today's the day. July Twenty-Seventh. The contest rules say that the winner is going to be announced today, at 10 a.m. sharp. It's 10:01.

I'm practically buzzing with excitement. Even though I know that my chances of winning are very slim, I have a small sliver of hope that the winner might be me. A girl can dream.

With shaky hands, I open Safari quickly and click on my email icon. I have 3 new messages. I hurriedly click on the first message with high hopes. I frown, realizing it is only a stupid coupon to Victoria's Secret. Rolling my eyes, I click on the next one, only to be disappointed yet again. It's just some more stupid spam about some sort of breast implants.

I suck in a shaky breath and hover my mouse over the final email. I force my finger up into the air, ready to click on it. But, no matter how hard I try, I just can't make myself do it.

"C'mon Emma, suck it up!" I mutter to myself. I'm being stupid.

I place a hand over my eyes before quickly clicking on it. With one small breath, I tear my hand away from my face to look at the screen. A deep pang goes off in my chest as I look over the email in front of me. It is a letter from my dentist, trying to confirm my next cleaning appointment.

Oh my god, kill me now. With a groan, I shut my computer and flop back onto my bed with my high hopes now dashed. I know it was a long shot for me to win, but I was desperately hoping I would. I mean come on! How many girls would get the chance to tour with 5 Seconds of Summer for a month and a half? If I did win, it would've been one of the first good things to happen to me since my mother died.

I lean my head over to my bedside table where her picture rests, "So much for that mum. I guess it's just you and me."

After a bit of moping, I finally get up to go take a shower, hoping the warm water would wash away some of my disappointment. I softly chuckle to myself at the thought. Yeah, it isn't likely.

I walk into my tiny bathroom, over to my cluttered counter. Practically every inch of the counter is covered with makeup and hair products. I'm not much of a girly-girl, but I still have those days where I am in desperate need of a makeover.

Stripping off my clothes, I crank up the hot water and wait for the mirror to steam. When it does, I step into the shower, wincing as the hot water burned at my skin. I start humming 'Out Of My Limit' before I fully stop myself.

"Stop torturing yourself Emma. Who needs 5 Seconds of Summer anyway? I bet they are just a bunch of stupid boys." I scold myself.

Who am I kidding? Of course I need Five Seconds of Summer! They're my band. We all know they worked hard to get where they are now. I sigh, giving up on myself. I know this is a thing that is only going to heal with time, because right now, it sucks.

I sit in the shower until my fingers shrivel up and the hot water runs out. Finally, I pull my wet hair up into a bun and wrap a towel around my chest. Maybe I'll just lay around, listen to music, and drink some hot chocolate to calm my nerves. The thought is way too tempting for my own good.

I walk over to my computer, and open it up so I could get to iTunes. I realize I hadn't exited out of my email account when I opened it earlier. To my surprise, I have one email. I guess it must have been sent while I was in the shower. With no particular interest, I clicked on it.

My eyes almost bugged out of my head when I see the 5SOS logo pop up on the screen. There's a long message at the bottom, but the first thing that catches my eye are the big words in the middle of the screen, saying, "Congratulations! You won!"