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"Get up." Callie calls over me hollowly.
"Huh?" I snort as I lift my head, only to see her walking down the hall.
What happened to, "Mornin' JOOOOOY!" and jumping on my bed like a kindergardener?

Oh, yeah. She was being a bitch and we had a fight. Okay.
I feel around for my phone and groan as I see my reflection in it. I look like crap.
I smooth down my hair and unlock my phone.

"Get your ass up." Callie calls again.
I groan as I gently put it back down and shift myself up.
"I'm coming."

I get up and put on my outfit and straighten my dark black hair into a curtain around my shoulders.
I pad into the kitchen.

"Hey." I mutter and Callie looks up to me only for a second.
"Hi."

We stay quiet as I eat some toast; I'm not that hungry anyway. And I'm meeting Marie in the park in a couple minutes to tell her about.. the competition.

"Pass the orange juice."
"Get it yourself."
I lift my head up to meet her dark eyes.

"I'm not thirsty anyway. I'm meeting Marie in the park."

She nods and I pull out my chair and go out the door.
On the way out the street, I see a dark black limo pulling up.

I groan. Great.

Wait a motherfucking second.

One of the windows rolls down.
OH SHIT!

" 'Scuse me, are you Caroline Brown?"

'Scuse me, are you Louis Fucking Tomlinson?

"Caroline Brown? Ummm..." I stutter, wide eyed. Then I snap. "OH, YEAH! That's me."

"Great! You do know you won that competition, right?"

"I - er - uh.. heh um.... pshhhhh...." I stutter and laugh nervously.
Nice move, Joy.

"Yeahhh..."

"Great, well you won! Come on in."

Okay. This is just like a kidnapper inviting me into the white van like, 'excuse me, I would like to kidnap you.'
Run or trust?

"Okay." I say under my breath and the door opens for me. I climb inside.
I'm an idiot.

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