A tall man stood at the entrance to the college.
"Hi. We are here for the Jacob Matthews contest." Stephanie said, trying
to sound professional.
"Okay, I need to see your ID's." The man stated.
"Our ID's? Well, you see, uh, we..."
Gia barged in between Stephanie and the guard and handed him three cards. "Here they are sir. I was holding onto their ID's because they had forgotten their purses and didn't want to loose them."
The man looked at the ID's. "I really don't care why you had them as long as you have them. All right these pictures look like the three of you. Go on and good luck!"
"Thanks!" The girls said in unison as they walked in the college doors.
"Gia, how did you get ID's for us?"
"The other day I took DJ's and photocopied it. I replaced her picture with ours and changed the names."
"Gia! We could have gotten in a lot of trouble for that. Why didn't you ask me first?"
"Because I knew you wouldn't have let me make the copies and then we wouldn't have been allowed in. Besides, we didn't get in trouble, so quit worrying."
Chelsea pointed to the middle of the lobby "Guys look! Jason is over there!" She squealed.
"All contestants in the Jason Matthews contest please go to the auditorium. We will be starting in five minutes." A voice echoed throughout the building.
The girls entered the auditorium and found seats up front. All of sudden they saw DJ coming down the aisle.
"Oh, no, look it's DJ. We got to get out of here." Stephanie panicked.
Gia looked around. "Okay, I see three seats in the back, lets go move up there. Quick!"
The girls scurried up to some seats in the back of the room.
"Oh, by the way." Gia started. "I changed your names. I forgot to tell you. On the ID cards we all have different names."
"Why?" Asked Chelsea.
"Because DJ is here and if our names our called out she will tell on us. Okay, Stephanie you are Penelope Smith, Chelsea you are Anne Nickel, and I am Christine Maple."
"Why did I get stuck with Penelope?"
"Don't complain about it. That's all I could think of."
"Okay students we are about to start." A thin lady on the stage announced. "First you will be given a written test. The test will have questions about Jacob and an essay asking why you are his biggest fan. After that there will be a brief intermission and the top ten contestants will be called down to compete in a buzzer round. They will be split into two groups of five. The winner from each group will go into a final challenge. The challenge will be given at that time. Alright everyone the contest has begun!"
"Gia, we have to get on stage. DJ will see us!" Stephanie looked worried.
"No talking!" The lady declared.
Stephanie decided to take the test. She figured she wouldn't make it to the top ten round anyway. There are like a hundred people here. There is no way I will make it. She thought to herself.
It seemed like hours but finally the test was over. The girls stayed in the room during the intermission, fearing they would see DJ.
"How do you think you did?" Chelsea asked.
"I don't know. I am not good at essays. I don't think I made it." Gia said.
"Yeah, some of those questions were hard. There is no way our essay would be better than these students. After all, they know how to write a lot better than we do." Stephanie doubted.
"So true." Chelsea said. "I don't think I did that well. I knew a few questions, but I didn't think we would have to be writing anything."
The lady walked back on stage. "Okay, ladies and gentleman please take your seats. We have figured out the top ten. Is everyone seated? Okay. The top ten are..."
She started to announce names. Stephanie started feeling nervous. She wanted to make it, but she knew if she did she would be in a lot of trouble. The names were all clashing together and Stephanie couldn't really hear what she was saying.
"And the final contestant is Penelope Smith."
Gia and Chelsea looked at Stephanie. "What are you waiting for Penelope? You made it! Get on stage!" Chelsea said happily.
"What? I made it?"
"Weren't you listening? Now go!" Gia demanded.
Stephanie started to walk down the aisle, and as she looked at the other contestants on stage she saw DJ.
More to come!
"Okay, I need to see your ID's." The man stated.
"Our ID's? Well, you see, uh, we..."
Gia barged in between Stephanie and the guard and handed him three cards. "Here they are sir. I was holding onto their ID's because they had forgotten their purses and didn't want to loose them."
The man looked at the ID's. "I really don't care why you had them as long as you have them. All right these pictures look like the three of you. Go on and good luck!"
"Thanks!" The girls said in unison as they walked in the college doors.
"Gia, how did you get ID's for us?"
"The other day I took DJ's and photocopied it. I replaced her picture with ours and changed the names."
"Gia! We could have gotten in a lot of trouble for that. Why didn't you ask me first?"
"Because I knew you wouldn't have let me make the copies and then we wouldn't have been allowed in. Besides, we didn't get in trouble, so quit worrying."
Chelsea pointed to the middle of the lobby "Guys look! Jason is over there!" She squealed.
"All contestants in the Jason Matthews contest please go to the auditorium. We will be starting in five minutes." A voice echoed throughout the building.
The girls entered the auditorium and found seats up front. All of sudden they saw DJ coming down the aisle.
"Oh, no, look it's DJ. We got to get out of here." Stephanie panicked.
Gia looked around. "Okay, I see three seats in the back, lets go move up there. Quick!"
The girls scurried up to some seats in the back of the room.
"Oh, by the way." Gia started. "I changed your names. I forgot to tell you. On the ID cards we all have different names."
"Why?" Asked Chelsea.
"Because DJ is here and if our names our called out she will tell on us. Okay, Stephanie you are Penelope Smith, Chelsea you are Anne Nickel, and I am Christine Maple."
"Why did I get stuck with Penelope?"
"Don't complain about it. That's all I could think of."
"Okay students we are about to start." A thin lady on the stage announced. "First you will be given a written test. The test will have questions about Jacob and an essay asking why you are his biggest fan. After that there will be a brief intermission and the top ten contestants will be called down to compete in a buzzer round. They will be split into two groups of five. The winner from each group will go into a final challenge. The challenge will be given at that time. Alright everyone the contest has begun!"
"Gia, we have to get on stage. DJ will see us!" Stephanie looked worried.
"No talking!" The lady declared.
Stephanie decided to take the test. She figured she wouldn't make it to the top ten round anyway. There are like a hundred people here. There is no way I will make it. She thought to herself.
It seemed like hours but finally the test was over. The girls stayed in the room during the intermission, fearing they would see DJ.
"How do you think you did?" Chelsea asked.
"I don't know. I am not good at essays. I don't think I made it." Gia said.
"Yeah, some of those questions were hard. There is no way our essay would be better than these students. After all, they know how to write a lot better than we do." Stephanie doubted.
"So true." Chelsea said. "I don't think I did that well. I knew a few questions, but I didn't think we would have to be writing anything."
The lady walked back on stage. "Okay, ladies and gentleman please take your seats. We have figured out the top ten. Is everyone seated? Okay. The top ten are..."
She started to announce names. Stephanie started feeling nervous. She wanted to make it, but she knew if she did she would be in a lot of trouble. The names were all clashing together and Stephanie couldn't really hear what she was saying.
"And the final contestant is Penelope Smith."
Gia and Chelsea looked at Stephanie. "What are you waiting for Penelope? You made it! Get on stage!" Chelsea said happily.
"What? I made it?"
"Weren't you listening? Now go!" Gia demanded.
Stephanie started to walk down the aisle, and as she looked at the other contestants on stage she saw DJ.
More to come!