Sleepover

Chapter 6: To Enter Or Not To Enter

A/N: Whelp, my school sucks. I have only one class with my friends, but there's upsides too.

Now for the story related news! This is sorta of a introduction chapter to the contest. It gets better next chapter. Sorry for not updating yesterday or the day before that, school means homework, and Wednesdays mean tennis practice. And homework. Also Mondays are tennis too. So I'm just going to update every Saturday. That okay? I kinda don't have time during the week. If I do have a open night, I'll update but other than that no updates during the week.

Enough babbling! Read on! Also, I'm a lazy ass and don't really feel like replying to your reviews. But I still love you all! Hugs for everyone! And cookies!

Sam sighed heavily as she sat down at the table the next morning. "I hate Mondays…" She grumbled, yawning. She pulled the bowl of cereal Danny was eating away from him and dipped the spoon into the bowl.

"Hey…" Danny frowned, to tired to do anything about it.

"Oh Sam dear you're up!" Mrs. Manson smiled. "Now, I know you'll be excited about this so try not to shout or anything." Everyone looked at Mrs. Manson. "I signed you up for the Amity Park Ms. Teen contest!"

Sam dropped the spoon full of cereal she had. It hit the table with a clatter. Danny's first thought was that she would start screaming at her mom about not going into a 'Barbie Contest' or something along those lines. But instead she just started laughing hysterically. "Oh that's rich!" She laughed. "You actually think I'm going to be in a beauty contest!" She shook her head, wiping a tear from her eye.

"You are, I signed you up yesterday." Mrs. Manson said, her smiled fading.

"Yeah right." Sam said. "And Danny's passing math!"

"Hey!" Danny said. "No need to bring my grade point average in this…" he mumbled the last part.

Mrs. Manson sent her a stern look. "Now listen Samantha," she said darkly, so dark it made the Fenton's shiver. "You are going to be in that contest and you are going to win it!" she growled.

Sam looked at her. "No." she said firmly.

"Well just think it over." Mrs. Manson said. "But just remember that your music and freedom is riding on your answer."

Sam's eyes widened, then slit down to a glare. She took another bit of Danny's cereal, shoved it back to him then stomped upstairs to get dressed.

"Well…" Maddie said, breaking the silence. "I remember when Jazz entered in the contest!" she smiled at the memory.

"Yeah in the finals that one girl sabotaged me and I fell off the stage," she started angrily slapping jelly on her toast. "and broke my ankle-" she kept ranting on and on, turning redder and redder in the face.

Mrs. Manson stared at her then looked at Danny when he spoke up. "Uhhh…" Danny started. "Jazz hasn't really gotten over it…"

Mrs. Manson nodded slowly. "Oh…" she said.

Danny stood up and pushed his chair in. "I'm gonna go get dressed." he said.

"Not yet you aren't!" Maddie said. "Where does that bowl belong?" she asked.

"Umm… with the other bowls?" Danny asked innocently.

"Which is where?"

"On the table?" Danny asked hopefully.

Maddie sighed. "Put it in the dishwasher Danny!"

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Sam fell into her seat in Mr. Lancer's class, pulling out a pencil to get ready for the test they had that day. "I said this morning and I'll say it again. I hate Mondays." she glared at her pencil like it said something to wrong her.

"So what are you going to do about the contest?" he asked Sam while Lancer looked for the tests. He had a suspicion that Dash had paid someone to steal them, hearing some girls giggle about it in the hallways earlier that day.

"I already told you, I'm not going to be in some stupid Beauty contest. She'd have to bind and gag me and take me kicking and screaming." Sam said. "But I am not walking down that catwalk!"

Behind her Paulina snickered. "You enter the Ms. Teen contest? That's almost funny!" She said. "As if you'd have a chance with me entering the contest!"

Sam turned around in her seat and glared at Paulina. "If you were even somewhat good at eavesdropping you'd hear that I'm not entering the contest! So you'd be spared the humiliation of me beating you." She smiled at Paulina's face.

"Like you could even win?" she asked. "Please! I was born to be in this contest!"

Sam faked a surprised voice. "What? You mean that's why you were cloned out of the media? To prance around a stage? What happens after the contest then? Will you melt or something?"

Paulina glared at her. "You just don't want to enter because you know I'll win!" she said.

"And what's funny about that is the fact that I don't know you'll win. I know you'll be laughed off the stage." She tilted her head. "They judge you on inner beauty, not how much money you get at your street corner job."

Suddenly Sam was aware that the class was listening in when a group of "Ooohhh" noises came. Everyone turned to see how Paulina would react.

"Enter the contest." Paulina told her. "And we'll see who the better person is when they announce the winner."

Sam paused for a moment; the idea of humiliating Paulina at her own game was appetizing. Finally she smiled. "I'll be sure to thank you in my acceptance speech."

Paulina smiled back at her evilly. "Just make sure you get past the first round. You should know, the last Goth who was in the Ms. Teen contest died."

"Then I'll be sure to make history by also being the first Goth to survive to win." Sam said.

"Okay everybody!" Mr. Lancer announced. "Stop talking and start the test!"

Some smart alike in the back decided to point out that Lancer had not passed the test out.

He got a detention.

Sam turned around and smiled to herself. She would win that contest, and she would do it her own way. No pink frilly dresses, no cutesy music, no cloths from a magazine, and no Barbie Clone winner.

She would show Paulina just who she was dealing with.