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The very first thing I noticed was that Lucy Lanks smelt bad. They all did. It was sorta a dog jumps into a sewer water mix. Her hair was also strange – to my vampire senses at least. It was a brownish redish weave that went down to her chest. Next to her was Miss J; I really couldn't say anything about, um, her. 'She' was wearing her hair in cheesy ping-tails with an even cheesier cheerleading out fit that said "ANTM" on the front. To the left side of Lucy was Ivey Silotic, who was a former supermodel. She looked okay. I mean, being 43 years old. She was wearing a simple red cocktail dress dressed up with matching diamond necklace and earrings.
There was only one judge that didn't ring a bell, he was sitting next to Ivey. He looked tall and husky and Native American. He reminded me of Jacob, but his hair was more carefully done. It was copper colored and messy in that attractive way. He seemed distracted, like he really didn't want to be here right now.
I smiled at all 4 of them as I floated in. Lucy spoke first. "Hello, I am Lucy Lanks and these are the judges – Miss J. Alexander, runway diva coach extroidanre." He stood up and bowed melodramatic. "Ivery Silotic, former supermodel, current legend." She just smiled at me, not very meaningful. "And this is Henry Long – a noted fashion photographer." He looked up at me for a nano-second and looked back down, nodding his head to acknowledge me."
"So you are Rosalie Hale?" Lucy asked, adding some weird sort of accent to it.
"Yes." I kept it simple.
"And how old are you?" Lucy continued, while Ivey (former supermodel) was eyeing me. It a jealous glare, I would know. I personally wanted them to get a different former supermodel since Ivey was already getting on my nerves. Henry seemed to be ignoring me.
"Twenty." I said.
Lucy looked like she was about to say something, but was interrupted by Ivey, the x-supermodel. "Can I ask you something a bit more personal?" She questioned me, trying to sound nice.
I replied casually. "Sure go ahead."
After eyeing me again she asked, "Have you ever gotten plastic surgery? I mean, your boobs are way too placed perfectly." Lucy and Miss J looked shocked as I did. Henry was laughing to himself. Even if I wanted to get plastic surgery I couldn't, they wouldn't be able to penetrate my beautiful, flawless skin.
"No, I haven't." I replied coldly, wanting badly to rip off her head. I just barley kept myself under control. Henry shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
Lucy looked like she wanted to ease the tension that suddenly entered the room. "So tell us something interesting about yourself. The question seemed ironic to me. What was I suppose to say, Oh, I'm a vampire that sparkles in the sun and could kill everyone in the room in less than a second. No, I wouldn't make it to the next rounds if I said that.
"I was adopted." I said it as if ending a book so there would be no more questions on the subject. Henry finally looked up at me, seeming very curious all of the sudden.
"Did your parents die?" Ivey, former supermodel, said without any symphony. She was just jealous of how good I always look.
"Yes, me and my twin brother were left without parents, but we were both adopted by Carslile and his wife, Esme."
Henry spoke for the first time. "Was Hale their last name or yours?" I was taken aback by this question.
"Oh, well, it was theirs. I mean, their last name was Hale." I told him.
"I see..." He replied, becoming lost in thought.
Ivey, former supermodel, butted in again. "So have you ever had a spray on tan? I mean, it looks like you never see the sun your so pale!" Henry was smiling, trying not to laugh.
Miss J spoke for me. "Modeling is about being... natural." He, er, she did some sort of weird hand movement while speaking it. "Not every model is going to have olive skin, and not every model is going to have a terrible attitude." Ivey, former supermodel, sank back into the shadows.
Lucy looked surprised. "So what were you doing before you came to top model?" She asked. This is one of the questions I knew I would be questioned about. I was prepared.
"I was working at the auto shop." I really could of since I'm so good at everything; especially automobiles.
"Now what was a pretty little girl like you working at a little ol' auto shop?" Miss J asked gaily.
"Oh, you know, earning money." Henry was still thinking really hard.
"For what, my dear?" Miss J asked again. I should probably just say collage, but I had an urge to say something like, 'My step-sister has leukemia and needs help financially.' But then that would lead to too many questions. So I settled for the collage lie.
"Just saving up for collage." I said cheerily.
"Which collages are you looking at?" Lucy asked. She looked a tiny bit curious. Ivey, former supermodel, was still being a grouch.
"Standford, mostly."
"And what are you planning on majoring in?" Ivey, former supermodel, asked snobbishly. Lucy gave her the look.
"Modeling." Duh, obvious answer for the show.
"Standford doesn't have a modeling class." Ivey said in a mocking babyish tone.
I was starting to get really annoyed with her and her snutty little attitude. "Then I'll start one." I said defensively. Henry looked a bit scared on my look. I meant for it to look intimidating, but not bad enough for people to cringe.
Lucy and Miss J glanced at each other than back at me again. "So darling, let's see your walk." Miss J told me – I was glad, I would of already ripped off Ivey, former supermodel's head if she hadn't smelt even worse than Lucy. I nodded and walked out of the room. Walked, strutted, same thing. Miss J whistled jokingly at me as I left. In a private room with no cameras I had to change into my bikini. Then I would walk out again. Then they would talk to me, again. Then I'd get to leave from the room for good. For now, that is. Henry seemed to be really concentrating on me now. I guess there really was a difference between me in a bikini and the stupid black dress.
The producers told me to walk to the end of the wood flooring and back, then back again to talk to the judges. I did just that while being careful to walk human like. One wrong move and I would be in big trouble. Walking really wasn't hard at all, no stage fright at all. I'm already always the center of attention.
If I were human, I would of definitely had an adrenaline rush. It was sorta fun. That is, until one of the cameramen yelled out, "Wait, can we start over – I forgot to turn the camera on!" It was the same cameraman that was following me around during the challenge. Ivey looked a bit happy, maybe she thought my amazing walk was beginner's luck.
Lucy looked a bit annoyed. "There are plenty of other cameras that got good footage, it wouldn't be fair to make her do it twice when none of the other girls had to."
"I agree, deary." Miss J chimed in. I started walking back towards where the judges were.
Ivey spoke first. "How did you think you do?" She asked. I wanted to rip out her stupid annoying vocal cords.
"On my walk? Pretty good, I always have been. My first step was when I was 3 months old." I have mad lying skills.
"Oh really?" Ivey said.
"Really." I smiled back at her.
"How do you remember memories from when you were 3 months old?" Henry asked.
"My baby book...?" I replied. Henry looked embarrassed for asking such a stupid question.
Lucy looked nervous again. "Why do you want to be America's Next Top Model?" This was a question that they ask each contestant. I looked Lucy straight in the eyes. I put on my most firm expression and lied through my teeth.
"I have to model." I was suppressing many laughs. The judges looked all very surprised, except for Henry. I was pleased with my acting skills and smiled at them again.
Miss J was the first to talk. "Well, er, my dear, we will see all the models and then deliberate on who makes it to the top twelve. You may put your clothes back on then go out to the main hall to chat with the other ladies." He said, gesturing to the door. Everyone was smiling at me as I left the room. Except Ivey, former supermodel, but she was still being stupid. First I had to go into the mini room and change back into the clothes. We all still had to wear those dingy black dresses. Yuch. I then walked out of the room with (some) dignity and swarmed by the other girls asking me how it was.
"What did they, like ask you?"
"Wasn't it totally, um, not rational?" I had to wonder if she even knew what rational was.
"That new judge was kinda hot, dontcha think?"
"OMG, you came out alive! Like, I thought I would seriously die in there!"
I had no idea what I was suppose to say, so I ended is up playing it cool. "You know, the usual." That stopped all of the girls from swarming me. It was hard enough since I really wanted to eat them. At least half of them, that is. The other half was wearing the same sort of perfume that smelt as bad as Jacob – a bit like Lucy. They were probably wearing Victoria Secret sent thinking that it would earn brownie points with Lucy since she used to model at Victoria Secert. Lucy doesn't even eat brownies. Or give them out. Too many calories, I suppose.
The other girls drifted away from me and started to attack the other girls that were exiting from the door of doom. I stayed back and watched. Mr. Jay called name after name after name. Lindsay Jack, Olivia Lane, Mary-Grace Mop, Leek Nerang, the names continued. I was sitting back on the couch and listening to the conversations they were having with the judges. They went something like this:
Girl: Omg, thank you so much for this opportunity!"
Lucy: You earned it, girl!
Henry: So where are you from?
Girl: The United States of America!
Henry: Oh, well, thanks for the description...
Girl: Huh?
Miss J: So tell us something interesting about yourself.
Girl: Oh - well this is probably the most interesting thing that's ever happened to me!
Ivey: There hasn't been anything else that surpassed this?
Girl: Uh, no.
Then Ivey would mumble something under her breath about 'having a boring life.' Once the girl left she would proceed to talk about how un-photogenic the girl is. It went on and on. I tried to block it out, but for some reason it was addicting. The most annoying this was that Henry actually talked to the other girls. Not me.
I could hear some of the cameramen arguing over my 'rating on the hot scale." All of them but one said ten. Definitely something to be proud of... The one who didn't rate me was telling the other ones that I was super mean and such.
"So? Just rate!" Camerman with red hair asked.
"Pretend she's nice for a second!" Short cameraman said.
"Well then I guess she would be a ten. I still hate her though."
"See? It's not so hard! Look, there's another blonde right next to-" I blocked out what the short cameraman was about to say. I really didn't want to know.
I could finally tell when it was the last girl who exited since none of the other girls seemed excited to see her out alive. They didn't ask her questions like they did to me. They barley even cared.
Mr. Jay finally spoke. "Well ladies, every single person has talked to the judg-" My hearing was interrupted by whispering behind me.
"Come on, like what's the worst they can do to you?"
"Okay, okay, I'll do it." I heard the girl who said that stand up. "Umm, excuse me, Mr. Jay; I never got a chance to speak with the judges." I turned behind me to see a girl with shoulder-length, wavy, dark brown hair speaking. She looked nervous. I remember her voice speaking to the judges, she said something about having 100 friends on her cell phone. She wanted to add more but there wasn't enough memory. Her name was Brittney.
Mr. Jay looked concerned. "Okay, come here a second?" He started to look down the list as Brittney walked over. "So what is your name?"
"Brittney." She smiled childishly.
"Your last name would be helpful too...." Mr. Jay looked up at Brittney and stared her in the eyes. To a human she looked confident. To me she looked like a nervous drunken wreck with an ugly hair color. You could see her normal hair color at her roots.
"Sholy." She acted like a little kid that stole 100 gumdrops and was giving them back one at a time.
Mr. Jay looked annoyed as he continued to flip through the pages. "Are you sure you didn't go? This paper says you went – there is a check mark next to your name."
"Now who are you going to trust? A check mark or a real person?" Brittney said this like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Mr. Jay eyed her suspiciously.
"You can just sit back down Miss Sholy." He said sternly. She just giggled and skipped happily back to her seat. The whole skit of hers was just stupid.
She then leaned over and whispered in her friend's ear, "I hope that gets shown on TV!"
I turned around to them and said, "Oh, I bet it will." They were too starstruck to respond. I turned back around when Mr. Jay started talking again.
"The judges are going to deliberate for awhile and then come back out again once they are done. So you may chat around until they are done." Mr. Jay was smiling and talking at the same time. It was actually funny to watch him fake being happy.
Once he left the room into where the judges were Brittney and her friend turned back to me. "Hey, um, you."
I turned around. "Yeah?"
"Well we were just wondering if you like seriously think that Brittney's act will be on TV." Her friend was African American with long brown hair. She really wasn't that ugly at all. "Oh, I'm Ebony by the way." She added, smiling at me.
"They'll put anything on TV, so yeah, they probably will." I was lying the whole time. The bought it.
"That would be so totally awesome!!!!" Brittney shouted. "They would probably put me on what's happening next in the episode as they go to commercial break!! People would continue watching the show just to see what I do!" She really looked happy while Ebony seemed just as excited. I'm sure I had this sort of blank what-the-heck look on my face.
"Well, I'm glad, you're, well, happy about that." I told Brittney. She looked like she was about to cry she was so happy. "I'm just going to, you know, talk. To other people." They both ignored me, too caught up with themselves. I slowly backed away and sat on a deserted couch. The smells in the room were really starting to bug me. I made sure none of the other cameramen had something to follow me around for.
The producers starting interviewing the us again. It surprised me when the lot of them all mentioned me.
"She thinks she's too good for everyone else."
"She's going around acting like she is all that."
"She just seems like a snob."
"I have no idea where to start, but I can tell you she is totally fake."
I recognized the last voice's as Cassandra's. Her again. The editors were probably going to make this whole part of the opening about me. That wouldn't be good because the more people I get exposed to the worse. I just hoped that the Voltri wouldn't find out about this little adventure. Everyone in my family would be killed. Except Jacob, maybe. No, no, he would die for Renesemee in a heartbeat. Since they both had working hearts, lucky them. I bet they could have kids, a second generation. Someone they could teach right and wrong from. Someone they could watch learn and grow. I would never get that. I would never change. I'm stuck the way I am. maybe if Bella had died in the process of giving birth Renesmee would be all mine. He'd probably go and try to kill himself again and everyone would be too busy to even remember Renesmee.
Normally Edward would be attacking me right now but I was free to think what I want. What I feel won't be censored all the time. If only Alice couldn't see my future for once. Then I would be free to do what I want. I'd be free to be half normal.
Back at home:
"Alice! Are you alright?" Edward said as a concerned brother.
"I – I don't really know... Her future." Alice said, too spooked to say or thing anything in order. All of her thoughts were in a jumble with her feelings just as crazy.
Jasper was holding her. "Who's future? Who's she?"
Alice shook her head, clearing her thoughts back up. "Rosalie's future. It disappeared." She scooted Jasper away and stood on her own two feet. She played back the blank vision she had gotten a second ago for Edward's thoughts.
"But Rosalie can keep herself out of trouble, right?' Alice spoke to Edward with the most innocent face.
"I'm just glad Emmett is out hunting with Carslile. I don't think we should tell them of this." Edward said, carefully choosing his words. Jasper and Alice nodded in agreement.
"She's smart enough to know when there's danger, anyways!" Alice said, trying to be optimistic. Jasper and Edward didn't say anything. They both knew how self-absorbed Rosalie was. She wouldn't notice anything strange at all.