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Here is the chapter of our mean girl! Her name is Avis Sy, she is made by Surroundmewithroses!
I hope I do your character justice :D
I sit on the edge of our five star pool with a virgin margarita in one perfectly manicured hand and a model magazine with the other, myself is on the front page. I discriminate the terrible photography skills the photographer had, what right did he have to mess up on a picture that was worth more than his whole years' salary? I throw the magazine to the side and down my drink.
"Jock, another on the double now!" I order rolling my eyes at his clueless expression.
I shake the empty glass in the air, and then I hear his recognition. I huff out a sigh, when is someone going to do their job around here?
When I hear the pounding of feet behind me I know that Jock has brought the drink, I turn and take the glass from his hand, I take a drink, too sweet, and I lose it.
"What the hell, are you trying to kill me? Why can't you do your job right?" I throw the glass at him and it leaves a huge spot on his white apron.
I get up and start yelling at his face while I poke my finger to his chest,
"The next time, if there is a next time. If you ever mess up again it is your ass on the grill and you can say goodbye to your family living in Caste 2, you hear me buddy?"
"Y-yes m-miss Avis, so sorry, it will not happen again." He stutters with sweat beading down his forehead.
I turn around and slip on my sunglasses,
"That's what I thought, now make me a better drink or you know what will happen." I say exasperated and I feel a little better now that I vented.
I return my attention to the magazine, the headlines beside my body says,
"Will she enter the Selection?"
"Will she win like Queen Celeste Newsome?"
"Will she be the one?"
I laugh out loud, of course I'm signing up for the Selection. The Prince is definitely looking for specifics and I have everything he needs, acting ever since I was five helps a girl to be what a man wants.
My Mother and I have been practicing for the last year and a half how to be what he wants. I have to first find out the competition status, and then I become the sweet innocent one or be like in the first selection America Singer. The stories still live on from the day, America was the love of the King's life until she did something that could have damaged the Caste system and then the King was forced to send her home. He then was going to choose Kriss but she said she didn't want to play in his childish games anymore, because he couldn't make his decision. So his only choice was to be with Celeste Newsome, she was the perfect choice from the beginning, she is my idol. She is still gorgeous, to the day she advertises and models for everything. That's what I want to be.
I finish my last remaining's of my drink and walk inside my house. I step into the sliding glass door and then I hear a screech and a growling meow, I stepped on my white long haired cat.
"Nice to see you too." I say not really caring to see if it is hurt. I just walk past the injured animal, to find my Father and Mother at the Dinner table eating Caviar and steamed green beans, with a glass of red wine.
"Hello baby, come look at the headlines on your Magazine." She says holding it up.
"I already saw it; it doesn't really do me much justice." I reply playing an act of trying to get pity, which of course works.
"Oh darling, you look beautiful!" My Mother gushes with her hand on her chest.
"I agree honey, I am proud to call you my daughter." My Father says, I rush over to him and give him a hug from behind,
"I love you Daddy!" I whisper.
"I love you too." He pats my arm, while I remove them from the hug and walk away from the meal, to go my room.
In the elevator ride to my room I stare into the reflection from the mirror, I see a Chinese girl, with almost-black chinky eyes, pale skin, mid length pitch black wavy hair with full bangs. I have a huge chance, I am gorgeous I know, but I guess the emotion's called being nervous. I have no time for that; I start to tap my leather boots on the elevator floor while I wait for my floor.
Finally when I manage to get to there, I practically run to my room when I remember the interview with Prince Jack is on tonight in less than two minutes.
I get in and shut the door behind me; I find my remote and switch on the TV,
"Welcome all of Illéa, tonight Prince Jack Schreave will be expressing his feelings about the Selection! Are you excited?" The crowd goes psycho.
"Alright, alright here comes the lucky man himself, Prince Jack!"
While the crowd shouts and applauses he comes out in a delicious looking black suit, with a white shirt, and a red tie. His eyes just pop with the color and his hair shines so bright with the dark colors contrasting against his complexion.
"How are you doing Prince Jack?" Gavril asks while smiling.
"Very well, and how about yourself?" Jack asks shaking hands with him.
"Perfect, see what a Gentleman he is?" He asks the crowd. They give their gratitude.
"A gentleman indeed." I mumble to myself.
"Okay we have a few questions that have been sent in from some eligible ladies." Gavril says putting on his reading glasses.
"I'm all ears." Jack says with a smile.
"This one is from Alina Martinez:
What are you looking for in a wife?
Ooo, that seems to be the question of the hour." Garvil says while he wiggles his eyebrows.
Jack cocks his head to the side and he rubs his chin then says, "Honestly, I'm looking for someone who isn't fake, someone who wants me for me and nothing else."
"Alright, next question,
"Magenta Sims
"How do you plan to divide your attention to all 35 girls?"
"I truly don't know how, I guess if I can divert as much attention to the ones that catch my eye then I will be golden." He answers without a smile.
There's a knock on my door and I sigh,
"What is it now?"
The door opens and my Mother appears with a packet in her hands,
"Honey the forms just arrived." She says beaming.
I jump off the bed and go to her side to see,
"Let's go sign the form for the Selection." I finish, truly smiling.
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Here's our bad girl…
This is just the first chapter of Avis, more to come…
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