Hi again.

It's taken me a long time, but here! :D

Special thanks to (I feel like I'm one of those game show hosts right now) awesomestorydigest, for adding this story to your favourite stories list, and to watermelonwafflesBISCUITS for reviewing! It means a lot, guys!

"Ms Fran Spinnet!"

A tall, blonde girl stepped on stage. She was wearing a knee-length, glittery, hot pink dress that had a tight waistline and a very ruffled skirt. It clashed horribly with her deep blue eyes. She gave a stiff wave and a semi-forced smile, and walked on wobbly legs to the leftmost side of the stage.

Watching form the flat screen TV backstage, Bridget snickered to Alexa. "She's not winning this one."

Alexa, however, was fidgeting. "Why couldn't I have gotten dressed here, again?"

"Because the dressing room is really crowded with all the other girls trying to dress up," Bridget tutted and slapped the older girl's hand away before it reached her eye. "Stop doing that, you'll ruin your make up!"

"But my hair is itchy!"

Bridget had Alexa's hair done in an up-do, with some loose curls falling around her face.

"Don't mind it too much. It's just for another half hour!" Bridget watched another girl go up on stage. This one had long black hair and dark brown eyes. Her dress was simple; a long evening gown in a soft lavender hue. She gave a confident, winning smile and walked to the right end of the stage.

The young girl frowned. This girl was the one to beat. But it didn't really matter. Bridget was confident of her handiwork on Alexa. Alexa was going to win.

Meanwhile, Alexa groaned. Right now, another thirty minutes did not sound comforting to her at all.

The stage slowly filled up. There were about nineteen girls on stage by now, though most of them were as unlikely to win as the Spinnet girl.

Bridget figured that so far, there were only five others to look out for: the second girl, whose name turned out to be Kathy something-or-the -other, Carys McAnally, a redhead with stunning green eyes and an equally stunning low-backed black dress, an Asiatic girl called Mai Lin wearing a shimmery violet dress, Reilly Anderson, another confident raven-haired girl in a horrendous sequined, ruffled fuschia, orange and neon green dress that Simon would be jealous of, and Anastacia Yeltsin, a platinum blonde girl witch short hair, icy blue eyes, and a dark green evening gown.

"Carrie Roosevelt!"

A pretty brunette whose hair was braided down her side walked on stage, looking as unsure as Alexa felt.

Bridget nudged her. "You're up next. Go up there and kick their butts, Lexie!"

Alexa gulped, trying to compose herself. It didn't help that she had stage fright.

"Alexa van der Donck!"

I will try to update by next week.

Please don't abandon the story. :D

~SkellyVal