Sorry for not updating in a while but School has started and I am sick, nothing serious just a cold. Well here is a new chapter!

Wendy's Point of View

"I don't know Wendy." My Dad speaks up his face full of worry. Beside him is Mom with the same look on her face.

"What do you mean you don't know?" I demand. My parents frustrate me so much! They never let me do anything I want. As soon as I told them about Miss Teen Colorado they got all like this.

"We just don't think its right Wendy." Mom says with a frown.

"Mom it's perfectly fine it's just a simple beauty pageant!"

Mom and Dad exchange concerned looks.

"Have you seen Toddlers and Tiaras Wendy? Beauty pageants are pretty disgusting." Dad replies.

"Dad!" I say rolling my eyes.

"Is this what you really want Wendy?" Mom asks again her eyes pleading that I will say no. Fuck that.

"Yes!" I scream.

Mom sighs. "All right I'll sign you up."

I leap in joy and I give my Mom a huge hug. "Thank you so much Mom!"

"But we're not going to help you with this. You're on your own. We don't want to turn into pageant parents." Dad tells me with a shudder.

I smile at him. "That's all right Stan's going to help me!" I exclaim.

Mom raises an eyebrow. "Stan's going to help you? Your boyfriend?"

I nod my smile growing larger. "That's right!"

I leave my parents bewildered and I run into my room. A few years ago my room was very girly with pink and glittery, sunshine walls, a large bed a canopy and more really young things. It's a little more mature in here now. The walls are no longer painted pink but a deep purple with posters of celebrities and cute animals covering it. My bed is different too still large but it has no canopy or pink bedspread. Instead it has a quilted looking bedspread with a few of my favorite stuffed animals and pillows on it. In other words my room has really matured since grade four.

I walk over to my computer and I log onto Facebook. I still can't believe Stan got rid of his account. He had so many friends on it! I go onto my wall and type in the words Competing in Miss Teen Colorado!

I check my friend's profiles and they all say the same. Everyone's parents agreed to let them compete in the pageant. Shit, I have a lot of competition Stan and I have a lot of work to do.

I also check Eric's profile that says that he signed up Butters for Miss Teen Colorado. That's weird. I shake my head and laugh to myself. Boys, they just don't make sense at times. I check a whole bunch of other guy's profiles and they all mention the same thing about Butters. Except for Clyde's that says that he thinks that Megan Fox is hot, big news Clyde every male alive seems to have a crush on her. I don't know why though. Kyle's doesn't mention it either but I'm not surprised he rarely does anything with Eric.

I'm going to ask Stan about the Butters thing later but for now I have to figure out what I have to do before the big day in December. I walk over to my desk and I grab a purple notebook with a large pink butterfly on it. I also grab a pen with deep-blue ink.

First I list the obvious of what I need ; a new bathing suit, a few nice dresses, a performance chosen for the talent competition and more. I glance at my bare nails; maybe I should get a manicure before the show. So I don't forget I write down the idea.

I look down at my body. I'm not fat or anything but I could slim down a little. I write down exercise and eat healthy. It may be hard to stay away from the treats especially around Halloween but I know I can do it. Plus I have Stan to help me. Good old Stan.

I walk around the room scribbling anything I might be needing. Such as work on my posture, more accessories such as necklaces and earrings, and more.

The list is very long and I'm not sure if I can get it all done in time. I never knew one pageant is so much trouble. But I know it will be worth it. 5000 dollars Wendy, 5000 dollars I have to keep on remembering that.

I grab my phone and I dial in Stan's number. It didn't take me long to memorize it. I call him almost every single day.

The phone rings twice when finally someone answers. I recognize the voice right away as Stan's. Sometimes I mix up him with his Dad on the phone. They sometimes can sound similar.

"Stan can I come over tomorrow?" I ask straight away.

"I guess," he mutters.

"Thanks we need to get started on Miss Teen Colorado straight away. "

"Great,"

I smile. "It sure is!" I exclaim. And I hang up the phone. My stomach twists in excitement. Together Stan and I are going to kick my friend's asses!

For now while I wait for tomorrow to come around I should think about what I want to do for the talent competition.

I turn on my I-pod and I turn on the song called I Like It but Enrique Iglesias. The fast beat makes me feel like dancing. Maybe I should dance for it?

I do my best moves in front of a mirror as the entire song plays. No I suck at dancing. I can't compare to Miley.

That's it! I will sing for the talent section. I do have a very good voice after all. I should sing one of the songs we sang when High School Musical was popular or the cussing song I sang for my audition for the boy band Fingerbang. The guys seemed to like it since they did allow me into their group. Cartman didn't really seem to like me in the group though but Cartman doesn't like anything anyways.

I will have to ask Stan about it tomorrow.