Christina Silva

As she and her friends were gossiping over the latest movies, Christina showed them a red poster, and the other girls couldn't help but have their mouths open wide.

"You're going to the contest? I'm so jealous!" Didi exclaimed.

"Yeah, I agree. I want to be in the contest, too!" Keisha added.

"I'm sorry girls, but y'all didn't get the same poster. But wish me luck though, cause I'm gonna do whatever I can; win or lose!" Christina said with a triumphant smile.

Lucy Arnold

Already putting on her clothes after banging the hell out of another jock, Lucy went outside to check her mail. She was surprised at the poster's claims: perhaps she could use the money to buy makeup, clothes, and...sex toys?

"Come on, babe! How about another round before I go?" The jock, named Jake, asked.

"Fine…One more round, and wham bam thank you spaceman!" Lucy replied before she closed the front door and returned to her room, ready to score again.

Elizabeth Williams

"Heeeeeey honey!" the redhead young woman said to her boyfriend.

"Ellie, didn't we just talk 15 minutes ago?" her boyfriend Steve asked, clicking off his headset, as he reluctantly answered his cell phone.

"I just wanted to tell you thanks again for taking me out to dinner. I know $397 dollars seems like a lot, but it was all you can eat! And I couldn't help but show my appreciation, for you cancelling your plans with your friends, and using all the money from your paycheck to buy me dinner, dessert, and some new shirts, jeans and tennis shoeeeeeees!" the pale girl said in gratefulness.

"You know, you never did tell me what was wrong with your other outfits..." Steve said, as his chin rested on his fist, in a exasperated manner.

He loved his girlfriend, that he did; but he couldn't take a piss, without her clinging to his nuts every two seconds. He had plans to play pool and go bowling with his friends, (who he hasn't seen in five weeks), but due to a certain someone, he would have to cancel his plans with them every weekend.

"But you know those other clothes shrunk in the wash, and I can't help it if Skechers can't make a good pair to fit me! Help me tone my body, my ass…Shape-ups…More like fuck-ups, if you ask me…" the slightly overweight girl said.

"Yeah, that sounds great babe, but you caught me at a bad time andddd, I gotta go…" Ellie's boyfriend quickly hung up the phone, as he resumed playing Call of Duty on his Xbox 360.

Gazing into the picture frame of her and her boyfriend Steve on her dresser, Elizabeth sighed as she began thinking about her obsessive love for him.

"I can't believe he's not joining me...oh well, I hope he'll be delighted when I come home with the money," she said to herself, a small smile appearing on her face.

Jack Syndell

As his girlfriend Tracy, and two other girls laid on his bed, exhausted from their group sex experiment with him, Jack managed to look at the poster, that he received in the mail, after he finished showering. With a sly smirk, he told himself, "Oh, I'd definitely win, and not just for the money...but for the thrill of it."

Dropping his towel from around his waist, he climbed back into bed, and continued to have his way with the girls, regardless if they were tired or not.

Colin Nishi

Colin couldn't believe it. He not only got the red poster in the mail, but he just managed to encounter a beautiful girl named Tori several weeks before. Somehow, they became friends, and as he was talking to her on the phone, he told her, "Don't worry, Tori. When I come back from the contest, I promise I'll take you out on a date."

Tori was amazed as she replied, "You promise?"

"Yes...I promise." Colin replied, smiling brightly.

Harry Lachlan

"So you'll be my manager if I do this?" Harry wondered, staring somewhat quizzically at the shifty looking upperclassman who had just petitioned him. "Sure!" the upperclassmen said as he took Harry by the shoulder and lead him off to get signed up. "And if you win, we spilt the cut 70/30."

"Only I'LL be getting the seventy percent…."

Julius Bello

"…So your head is banging and it hurts like a mother fucker…That's what she said!" the witty boy said with a large grin. April giggled at the Filipino's boy humor; "Thanks Juls, I feel a lot better now."

"No problem, sister! Take two aspirin when you get home and call me in the morning." The girl laughed again and waved goodbye to Julius.

Julius couldn't help but smile; he was friendly by nature, and believed fervently that laughter was the best medicine. He eventually wanted to be a professional comedian, but he needed some exposure first.

And hey, what could be better than an event with national coverage? The Game of Change, perhaps?

Damion Makris

Damion wasn't really interested in the Game of Change in the first place; sure the prize money sounded great, but for $250,000, the stakes had to be really, really high.

That all changed when he came home and found out that Sister Margaret couldn't afford to keep the orphanage open much longer.

He had lived there for most of his life, and had helped the Sister run it when he graduated High School. At the moment there were 15 kids there (not including himself), and most of them hadn't cracker the double digits yet…

When he heard the news, he held the flyer in his hands and told her "I'll get the money…" then grabbed his coat and headed off to sign himself up.

So long as he drew breath, he would win for the children.

Jordan Redgrave

"I said I ain't never heard of the Game of Change before...What wasn't clear about that before?" the half black, half Puerto Rican boy asked in an irritated tone.

"Come on J-Slice, it's only, like, the biggest craze on campus right now. Or did you not notice all the big ass posters they put up everywhere?" his charismatic friend Chad remarked.

Jordan gave a non-committal shrug and went back to packing his book bag. He liked Chad, the guy was one of his best friends after all, but he could be a bit of a nag when he got an idea into his head. Chad was a very "make life happen" kind of guy, while Jordan was more of the "take life as it comes" school of thought.

"I can't believe you!" Chad practically shrieked. "Not only did you not even care before, but now that you know you aren't even jumping to enter it right now!" Chad exclaimed.

"Why would I do that?" Jordan asked, becoming annoyed by his friend's persistence.

"BECAUSE you're practically a shoe in to win it; you've got the brains if they do an American game show scenario; and the brawn if they do a Japanese one. Plus, with your mixed heritage, you'd reach a wider demographic if success depended on the country's votes." Chad insisted.

Jordan sighed before asking, "If I sign up for this, will you promise to stop mentioning it to me from now on?" "On my dead mother's honor!" Chad held up his hand in a scout oath, delighted that he was able to persuade his serious friend to change his mind.

Jordan knew he couldn't stop his friend from telling the rest of the school, but now at least HE wouldn't have to hear it anymore.

Cullen Davidson

Cullen was looking for a hose or something to wash the red off his hands.

(Being Irish he already had more than enough red on him, between both his hair and his freckles.)

He had just finished his latest masterpiece and he wanted to get cleaned off before he saw his Dean, so he could sign up for the Game of Change.

Immersing himself in his hobby always helped him get his thoughts straight, and he wanted to make sure he didn't jump into this, without taking everything into consideration.

His whole life he had been ignored by pretty much everyone in it, and all that frustration was starting to come to a boil.

He wanted people to finally see him for what he was, and the Game seemed like the perfect opportunity to do that.

He finally found a hose and washed the blood from his hands. Once that was accomplished he headed for the Dean's office, thinking about how he would spend the rest of the night.

He decided to spend the rest of the night in his dorm, trying to ignore his roommate watching "Dexter", (He never really understood that show, anyway…), and he would probably have chicken for dinner, just to be ironic.

"Oh well…one thing at a time…"