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“I have decided to get right to my point,” she said looking at Cordelia intently. Cordelia blushed tomato red. “The reason you’re all here is because I,” she paused dramatically, “have decided that you shall all compete in a contest.” She lowered her voice to a whisper and leaned across the table. “To become models.”
The room was deadly silent. Cordelia opened her mouth to make some rude remark like, “You told us to come here for an old contest?!” But no words came out.
Seeing this, Ms. Frist continued. “Girls vs. girls, boys vs. boys. Cordelia vs. Mary, Kevin vs. Jonathan. I received a call from a model agency wanting me to select the best model and escort. Therefore, I have chosen you to compete against each other. Your competition starts tomorrow, so you will sleep here tonight.”
As soon as she said this, my mind whirled and whirled and whirled, and swirled with thoughts like, “A model? Me? A model? Just imagine…. “Crash!” Cordelia had fainted.
“Y-Y-You made my dream come true!” she gasped and stammered as she fell to the floor. Wow! Cordelia wanted to be a model! The next thing you know the moon will be made out of blue cheese!
Ms. Frist clapped her hands briskly and said, “Off you go now, off to bed! Mary, your bed is the bigger of the two. It’s on the right side of the house on the fourth floor. Jonathan, Kevin, your bedrooms are on the fourth floor on the left side. They’re the same size, so choose which one you want. I’ll call butler Bob to carry Cordelia in a stretcher. Why, you’re all still here? Get a move, take the elevator!”
Bewildered, I followed the boys to a large metal elevator about the size of a very large tool house! Why, I wondered, was it so large? I was soon to find out. I stepped into it with Kevin and Jonathan. I pressed the fourth floor button and quickly the elevator began to move.
I looked around. “Wow,” I exclaimed. There were four beds and a kitchen and two bathrooms. I read the tablet. “Ground floor,” it said. It then changed to “low floor,” then “low floor” changed to “low-medium” floor. At this rate we would be spending the night here!
“Wow! Wow!” Kevin suddenly yelled. For the first time, Kevin was the one who started the conversation. “It’s cool, isn’t it, dude?”
“My mom would love this,” I said.
“Look at the ceiling,” Kevin suddenly shouted.
I looked up. There were pictures of beautiful models and escorts. “Wow!” I said.
“I’ll get to bed. It’s still ‘low-medium floor,’” Jonathan said.
“Me, too, ” I said tiredly with a yawn. I expected to hear a “Me three” from Kevin, but he was already under the covers of one bed. I got into a bed, too, and fell asleep.
