The One Direction Games

Chapter Three

Chapter 3

Kayli's POV

The stylists do my makeup exactly like they did the day before.

I set myself in the dress as they put my hair in a braided bun. Then, Dais, the blue-headed stylist gives me shiny brown heels, that aren't tall, to step in.

The ladies step back to see what masterpiece they've made out of me. Apparently a great one, because they gasp in shock.

"You... Look amazing!" Jearda, the purple-headed stylist exclaims.

I smile at her shyly and the three of them and Carole lead me to the chariot.

Jean is wearing the same outfit, except all her flowers and purple and blue while mine are yellow and pink. We do look stunning.

This better get us sponsors.

The chariots start moving automaticly, no horses or anything pulling them.

Like the woman said, were the last state on the list, so we go last in the show area.

"Oh and look at Texas! What are theirs? Cowgirls? Simply stunning!" The announcer man says through the mic.

Now we're in. "Wait... Who's those people? Is that... Why yes it is! Florida! In their beautiful flower costumes!"

I smile at the compliment and wave and blow kisses to the people of the large crowd.

We stop in a city circle where the others have already arrived.

Paul Higgins and Simon Cowell come to the front of a second-level porch. "Welcome!" Paul yells. "Welcome 'tributes' to the one and only One Direction Games! You all know the rules! The last five girls standing in the arena will be crowned as a wife of a member!"

How is he actually approving of this?

That was it. Well, that was a stupid speech. Then guards come and take us to our rooms again.

The next day we are taken to our stylists to get ready for our 3-minute interviews. I go into the room and they already push me over to my stand and take my clothes off.

They tell me to close my eyes as they put the dress and shoes on me, after they do my hair. "Perfect," Carole whispers. I open my eyes and find myself in a boring brown, short dress.

"What is this?! I'm never going to get sponsors in... This!" I say 'this' like I was disgusted. A tear forms in my eyes as I stomp out the door. Why would they make me wear such an ugly dress to get me sponsors?

Carole gets infront of me and tries to calm me down. "No, no! That's not it, sweetie. Get up," she says, and I do that, "Now spin."

I spin around and my hair flows everywhere. I keep twirling and look down at my dress. I see that flowers pop in and out everywhere like a garden.

I gasp. "It's amazing!"

We are the last to go, since we are the last state on the map going from left to right, starting at the top.

"And now for the lovely Kayli Jordan!" The announcer guy shouts through a microphone as I walk through the stage.

People are giving me weird and ugly looks. Probably the dress.

"Hello... Hello! Welcome.. What a... Great... Dress!" He says. And exasurates great. How rude!

"Just wait...it gets better," I say, and get up. "Wanna see?"

"Sure! Why not," he says. I thought he was supposed to make us feel BETTER.

I twirl around and flowers come out here and there, like a garden.

"Wow! Amazing!" He finally looks amazed.

"Now... About your sister... That was very brave, how you volunteered for her at the 'reaping'... Tell me, what did she say to you?"

I think back and say, "she...didn't say anything. She just cried." "And what about you mother...what did you tell her?" He asks. "I told her I would win. That I would win for her..."

"I'm sure you did," he says. "Yes! THE Kayli Jordan!" He dismisses me. I walk off the stage and Jean goes on.

I doubt I'm getting sponsors