'I don't know if I want to any more..."
Macey looked at me like I was crazy "Are you kidding me? We have waited in this line for," She looked at her watch that hung loosely around her wrist. "Three hours! And besides, I still need to put my name into the draw.
I sighed. "Sorry...I-I'm just...nervous, I guess."
She looked at me. "Charlotte. You have nothing to be nervous about."
"Yeah, okay." She turned away, looking at her phone.
I looked at the line. Most of the girls had caked their faces with all sorts of products. I looked over to a group of girls that wore dresses that were basically some ribbon covering their breasts, waist and their down-there area.
I looked down at my own outfit. It was pretty basic. Just a floral summer dress with a small cardigan. I had put on a bit of mascara and lip-gloss and paired it with some brown leather sandals.
Looking over at Macey, I felt under-dressed. She wore a black cocktail dress that reached until mid-thigh. She had paired it with a pair of stilettos. She'd also put on some make-up.
Soon we were at the front of the line and I walked into the building. Handing in the envelope that held my information the woman at the front desk told me to go to room '305'. I looked at Macey, who motioned me to 'go on'.
I took a deep breath and made my way to room 305.
To be honest, I didn't really know why I was nervous. Maybe it was because if I was picked - which was highly unlikely - that I'd have to be on my best behaviour 24/7. I'd also have to watch everything I say because there were cameras everywhere.
I stopped thinking about it, when I opened the door to room '305'. I scrunched up my nose at what I saw. Which were basically half-naked teenagers posing for the cameras. Like, literally. There was one girl in a bikini.
I jumped when someone tapped my shoulder from behind. I looked around to see a plump woman that looked to be in her late fifties. She was beautiful, except for the vibrant red blush that she had put a bit too much of on.
"Hello, sweetie. Just walk over there," She pointed to the corner of the room where a photographer was inspecting her nails. "To get your photo done."
"Oh...um, thank you." She smiled sweetly at me and walked away.
Well...she was nice for a Two.
I walked over to the photographer who motioned for me to stand on the 'X'.
She chewed her gum obnoxiously. "State your full name, age and caste."
"Charlotte Maywood, Eighteen and I'm a Three."
She looked at me up and down. "No need to brag. Now smile like you're actually happy."
I smiled sweetly at the camera. It was completely fake but the photographer seemed satisfied. "Okay, you can leave now."
I was about to walk away when I though of something."Uh, excuse me? Could I please ask something?"
She looked at me, her eyebrows raised. "Shoot."
"If this is a random draw why are there photos being taken?"
"That's not my information to share. Sorry."
I smiled at her. "It's fine. Thank you, by the way."
And I walked away, a small part hoping that I wouldn't get picked.
