EYECANDY! pt. 2

The cold, dry, and leaf filled air, made a very serious mood. I opened the door to the ice-skating rank, and keep a serious face as everybody, including my step-brother, Lyrical, pointed and whispered about me.

"Excuse me,"

I tapped on the shoulder, a very tall man with dark hair that had a slight waviness to it, who was keeping a serious expression. His eyes were sharp and his jawline looked strong.His hair looked EXACTLY like Avon Jobia I stopped breathing as he turned to me.

"Is Mr. Armstrong here, today? O-o-o-or do I come back later?" I said, stuttering myself to tears.

"You must be, Bernardette." He said, poker faced.

"Go and get a pair of skates." He said.

I ran hysterically to the back and got my skates. I ice-skate there so much the janitor told me to just keep my pair there. I snagged them from out the back of the janitor's closit, and ran out in them wearing my short, tool, dress and white leggings. I put my skates on at the bench in front of the ice, then stood there. Mr. Armstrong was talking to another girl at the time, so I patiently waited there. After waiting there for ten minutes, a loud burst of laughter busted out of the entire team.

"Why is she just standing there?!" One guy yelled.

Mr. Armstrong turned around and ran to me. By the time he came over to me, tears were already running down my face. I looked down.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

My voice cracked. "Y-yup..."

"Alright."

Suddenly music came on, the exact music from last year, when they rejected me, on the spot, in front of everybody! But that time, I came prepared. I memorized the whole routine and brought a cute little dress that looked very figure-skater like. But this club wasn't just any club; they kinda do plays through figure-skating. Like cinderella, and original plays by popular play directors! Ever since I was little, my parents wanted me to be on there, so I wanted to be in that one. The good looking people get put on this team, they are also very good figure-skaters! After my performance, the entire center was silent. I went to Mr. Armstrong and my face was already flush.

"Come with me." He said, walking ahead.

I took off my skates and ran after him.

He totally wasn't waiting for me...

He brought me to an office way in the back that I hadn't seen before. He opened the door for me, so I walked in. In that office was a chubby lady in a shiny dress that looked slightly too tight, with her hair in a high tight bun, sitting at a big desk. The room was dim and darkly decorated, which scared me.

"You, again." The woman said to me. I gasped in horror.

Ms. Amy was there last year, she decides if you 'fit' the club. Which is another way of saying if your pretty or handsome enough for the club. I did bad at my performance and she basically said I was ugly, so I was no. But this year my hips got much bigger, but the rest of my body is a bet selfish when it comes to flesh. My heart raced, but suddenly, Mr. Monarchy Armstrong says firmly,

"Write her name on the list."

Without another moment to spear, she wrote my name, Bernadette Royal under "Top Priority".