A few days passed and finally we could turn in our forms. Shayla came over to my house that day. Shayla and I knew how ridiculously long the lines were so we played around with our hair and clothes until we saw the line dying down across the street.
Shayla picked out a pale blue summer dress with thin straps. Since she was so tall the dress went down to ¾ of her thigh and she wore white flats. She put her hair into a messy bun on top of her head. She didn't pile on the makeup too much, but it was too much by her average look. She looked just like herself, fun loving and giddy.
I picked out an olive green sundress with cream flowers all over it. It complimented my skin and brought out my eyes. I wore sandals that wound up mid-calf. Shayla put my hair in a braid by my neck. I barley put on any makeup because, like all the queens said, I should be myself.
Shayla's mother came by and we all went to the office across the street. There were a few boys out looking at the girls and Shayla giggled and flirtatiously waved. I blushed furiously when one of them winked at me
Shayla turned in her papers alongside me, and a few boys pretended to be bodyguards to us. We went further into the office were there was a camera and crew set up to take our shots. I pushed Shayla forward and she gasped a little before sitting on the stool set out and playfully glared at me. She focused on the camera and smiled like an angel. I found myself smiling just because she was.
The camera flashed and Shayla got off the stool. I hopped up onto the stool and glanced back to my mom. I turned to the camera and gave a small, hopeful smile and then hopped off the stool. I scurried to Shayla grabbed her arm and hustled her out, Shayla laughing the whole way.
