The Writer Games | Once In A Lifetime & World Edition

Welcome To Hell(Vetica): Females

Wren Williams - Canada

DID NOT HAND IN.

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Emily Andersen - United States Of America

"It is February, not  fucking July." I snapped at my stylist, throwing her one of my famous  glares. "And have you seen my fucking back? There is no way in hell I am  going out there!" The silky red, white and blue material sticks to me  as I attempt to pull it down.

The stylist sighs, and  pushes me out the door towards the stage. "And now, from the United  States of America, we have Emily Anderson!" The spotlight is enough to  blind me as I tramp towards a small, wooden stool in the middle of the  stage.

"My name isn't Emily. It  is fucking Mia." I snapped at the interviewer, scowling. She had long,  annoyingly red hair, that curled at the bottoms. The light gave her a  dramatic look to her. Helvetica DeVil. I've been fucking waiting for  this.

She lifted a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Right her," She began, her voice raspy, "it says your name is Emily."

"It used to be Emily,  now it is Mia." I said, giving her a hard glare, which she returned.  "Who the fuck knows, maybe it will be Lyndsey tomorrow." The crowd lets  out awkward laughter, as if they have never heard a swear before. I see a  mother in the front row cover her son's ears.

Helli, as I have  officially nicknames her, clears her throat, drawing attention to  herself. "So, Emily," She says, a smile curling at her mouth as she says  my name, "how far do you plan on making it?"

I snort. "What kind of a question is that?" I demand, squinting at her. "I will be the fucking winner."

"My, my. What confidence  from such a small girl." She said, leaning into me. "Watch your  language, Emily. There are children around."

She winked dramatically,  and I rolled my eyes. "Do you have any strategies? Anything you plan on  doing that will make you a "winner"?" She sneered the last word, making  my blood boil.

"Of course I have a  fucking strategy. I'm not stupid." That was a lie. To the strategy, not  the stupidity. I had no idea what I was going to do to stay alive. But I  had almost died once already and survived. Maybe it could happen again.

Without thinking, I was  rubbing the scar on my back, staring down at the ground. Noticing what I  had done, I snapped to attention, smiling at Helli. "I said," She  repeated, annoyed, "what makes you a contender to win?"

That was a hard one. "I  told you, I am the fucking best. Nothing gets past me." I thought of my  parents, watching this. I wondered if Jake could understand what was  happening to me. I wondered if he cared.

"Do you have someone  special in your life? A special reason why you want to win?" My mind  wondered to my parents, and to my brother. Maybe if I returned,  everything would go back to normal. Maybe I could stop living a fucking  lie everyday.

Instead, I just smiled.  "Nope. I just want to win. And I always get what I want." I let out a  giggle, one that made the crowd laugh with me. Helli glanced at her  wristwatch, one that matched her hair color.

"Last question, then you  can take your swears somewhere else." She told me sweetly. I nodded,  watching the crowd. The mother and her son were gone. "Biggest and  smallest threat?" She asked me.

I snorted. "I really  haven't looked at the competition yet. There are no fucking threats to  me, from what I have seen." Helli swung her hand towards me, attempting  to slap me. In a quick motion, I grabbed her hand, just inches from my  face.