Saturday
"Will OC 22 please come up to perform?" says the judge in charge. Her wrinkled face frowning just out of habit.
"Nick, come on. Let's go. It's time," I say to the air.
He was just here.
"Nick? NICK?" I yell over and over again.
The more I call his name and the more I search, the more I realize that everyone looked exactly the same. Everyone, except for me and the teacher, was a boy and they all looked the same.
Nick was nowhere to be found.
*I'msexyandIknowit!WIGGLEWIGGLEWIGGLE!*
I feel the cold sweat on my neck and I hit my own phone's alarm off. It was just a dream. Not real life. The terror I felt was so real...
I roll out of bed and slide over to the bathroom, carefully turning on the light so as to not wake up anyone. I do my make-up as I text the Documentary Team to come video tape us all getting ready. Nicole is the next to join me and we spend a full half hour at least talking in a British Accent speaking of nonsense and true sense.
Annekkeh gets up to do my hair and I start looking like a Princess in Pajamas. The Documentary Team finally comes to join us, looking perfectly exhasted. Kylie comes and joins us shortly after Annekkeh and the D.T. and now we're telling funny dating stories.
I get my crown and costume after I eat and have packed. Now, I am ready.
The end was coming all too quickly.
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