Things Change

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My parents came in and showered me with their, "We are so excited for you Lilas!"'s and their "You go and win!"'s I thanked them and they gave me some cookies. Next to come in was Francesca carrying her sister. The child was adoribe and an exact almost replica of her older sister. I felt sorry for them. No parents to help Francesca to raise the girl. She started babling in her so soft baby tones.

"Hey cutie pie!" i said looking into her shiny eyes.

"Why thank you!" Francesca said. I laughed.

"I was talking to the bébé."

"Oh well," she laughed wiggling her brows; her sister giggled. "so I hope you do well. And if anything doesn't seem right… be careful."

"Of course I will." I gave the cookies to her adorable little sister. They left and I stared at the door. Nobody else came in. My heart sank. I missed him so much. I will win this for him! I felt a little better after thinking of what would happen when I come home and he is there; Oh! Maybe he would take me on a very romantic date then go home together. My mind started wandering. I imagined his hand against my face. His warm hugs keeping me safe and comfortable, they way his lips felt on mine. How the feeling would become an overpowering buzz of energry that would make us want more, and when we brake apart the overall feeling of bliss as we stared into eachothers eyes.

They took us to our rooms for the night, we would be taken to a training center tomorrow afternoon. I fell quickly into my new soft bed. This is going to be ok. Right? But I still feel like something here isn't right. It didn't take me long to fall asleep though. i was exhausted.

When I woke up I got showered and got dressed in comfortable loose clothing. I ate the breakfast left for me outside my door. All to soon after I finished a man came to get me. He took me to a room to wait with the others. Once we were all there, was it just me or did this place with all of us jammed in together feel like a holding pen?, he told us about how there is a parade before we go to a train to get to our training center. So they sent us off to our designers.

"Hello! My name is Poppy! I am you designer and your makeup artist! Let's get started go take a bath in this room please it's all set up!"

I went in and got undressed. I was unsure about the orange colored water that smelled like fruit but I got in anyway. It was amazing! I washed and conditioned my hair then I used the green body wash. Greens my favorite color! When I got out Poppy waxed me. It was horrible! But after she finished she put on a lotion to get rid of all the irritation. She did all my hair and make up untill she was happy. I had a very natural look. But I did seem to be glowing. The outfit she had for me was made of what seemed to be crystal. It was so heavy. I complained and she took the dress away. When she came back she had a red silk dress. It fit perfectly! Our home had silk curtains and i have to admit its my favorite fabic next to pure cotton.

After getting me ready I walked out into a group of unrecognizable people. They all had on differnt outfits which completly did not match eachother what so ever! Then I realized they were the others. Abigaël was dressed like a doll! So cute. We got into our spots and went off down the streets. Everything was going by so fast. I guess they want us to go to the games quickly.

I waved like a prom queen, soaking in all the love from my, oh so adoring fans. I blew kisses to them and smiled with my newly bleached white teeth and lipstick covered lips. There were cameras. The flashes were bright but i blindly kept up my act. The parade took us to the train, and as I got on I thought I saw a baby crawl aboard but I wasn't sure. I looked again and nothing was there. I was hallucinating. That's it! Wow I must be nervous. No baby could get through this crowd!

I had dinner with the rep kid, I still couldn't remember his name but he knew mine, "So, belle Lilas, did you like you designer?" He had recently showerd and his hair was still wet and styled in a way that was sopose to look good. He smelled like colone too. To much cologne though, i am probably gonna choke on it! I wasn't one bit going to let this guy flirt with me ofcourse, but instead of being rude I changed my thought to say he was complimenting what my designer had done.

"Yes, and no. She was a bit odd. I think these people are too happy. Like they don't understand reality." He nodded his head in full agreement. He moved closer to my seat. I was getting uncomfortable with him now.

He stared me in the eyes and spoke in a way that was supposed to be suductive but I wasn't falling for it. "You know, vous êtes très belle ce soir." I have to admit his French is pretty good for a Middle East guy. He may have the other girls all mixed up with his foreign like good looks and his talent of mixing accents just right but I am a rock. A rock I say!

"Thank you. I'm sorry but it seems you don't understand something." I turned from my sweet self, that I use with everyone, to my intense dramatically intimidating political state. "I am not one to be messed with. My father is more powerful than yours, and," I paused to stare into his now puny soul, "I have a boyfriend." He moved back to his seat. We ate the rest of the meal in silence until Julie came in.

"Hey guys!" she sat down to eat as I got up to leave. "Going so soon?" she stared wonderingly at the boy.

"Yeah, I'm full." As I left I gave one more stare at the boy whose name I had forgotten. He cringed. I felt a feeling of accomplishment.

I got into bed quickly hoping sleep would come easy. I have always been a light sleeper.