Who Do You Think You Are? - M Factor Competition Entry

This is my entry for the 'M Factor' competition. I'm just going to start it and see if it works, I hope you enjoy it :D

Zinnia is 1/4 of girl rock band Violet Vanity.
This year, in their last shot of fame, they have decided to enter the biggest talent show on Earth - The X Factor. However, little do her bandmates know, Zinnia is only 14, underage for entering the show... and she hates the music she sings and knows so well. After a slutty and confusing performance, Violet Vanity are through to bootcamp... but what happens thereafter will be a rollercoaster ride of stress and anxiety, and as the truth begins to unfold, everyone begins to learn that 'Star', Zinnia's cover name, is not all she turns out to be...

WARNING~ Mild language that is starred like so ***. I'm sorry, I only use it when it seems right. Also the views expressed in this about the contestants are just so they fit in with the story and not necessarily my own :)
Thankyou for reading!<3

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6. 6) Room 233

Finally, I find myself knocking on the door of room 233, which is the double room I have to share with my fellow bandmates. I feel a bit sick at the prospect of facing Alex and Cadey, who will be all sweet and caring to me in front of everyone else but behind closed doors will probably blame me for getting my head smashed up. Yay. Nina's alright, and she's nice to me, but I wouldn't exactly call us the best of friends. 

"So, you finally turned up." Cadey opens the door, wearing a very short silver dress, her makeup all done perfectly. I narrow my eyes. 

"I have just been beaten up on the street, left to bleed, nearly forgotten everything, been sick, dizzy and had my head in stitches, so could you just for once, just for once, cut me some slack, Cadey?!" I yell, pushing past her, furiously pulling my suitcase through. She 'oooed' behind me. 

"Alright Miss Stressy Pants. Just because you might have ruined our chances in this whole competition..." 

That was too far. 

"Are you f***ing kidding me?! Do you think I asked to be attacked?!" 

"Well if you hadn't been so irritating then they wouldn't have noticed you in the first place!" 

"You little b*tch!" 

She shrinks back at my outburst. Who did she think she was?! I raise my hand to slap her in the face, but Nina's voice stops me. 

"Star, she's not worth it." 

I lower my hand, realising I'm just as bad as the girls on the street the other day. I feel tears welling in my eyes. 

"You have some serious mental problems!" Cadey shrieked, running into the bathroom and locking the door before I could hit her. It was just me and Nina staring at each other now. A big fat tear rolled down my face. 

"Trust me, Star, I've nearly hit her thousands of times. Don't worry about it. And I had an argument with Alex earlier defending you. Just thought I'd say. You don't deserve it." 

I smile gratefully. Nina's not so bad. 

"Thanks, Nina. Um.. where is Alex?" 

"She's gone down to the main toilets to get ready because she doesn't want to have to share a bathroom with us 'losers'." Nina sighs, exasperated. At my puzzled expression, she continues, "The welcome party? Tonight? It starts at nine." 

I remember Kye telling me now. Looking at my watch, I mumble a certain four-letter word under my breath. It's 8 and I said I'd meet Kye before the party at 8.30. Nina chuckles. 

"Me and you are in the bedroom through here. You can unpack and get changed and stuff." 

"Thanks!" I hurry quickly into the room where there is two plain single beds, a wardrobe, an ensuite bathroom and a balcony. It's simple, but nicely decorated. But I don't have time to consider that. I slam the door shut in my haste and strip to my underwear, searching through my suitcase desperately trying to find something suitable. I eventually settle on a strapless red dress and black and crimson high heels. Simple, effective, goes with my medium skin tone. I get changed and begin on my makeup - just a touch more gel eyeliner and some smoky shadow, pencil my brows a little to make them more defined and I look good to go. I strike a few poses in the mirror. They all look absolutely ridiculous, so I just stand and smile at myself, tilting my head slightly. I could be 16, if not older. 

Luckily the bruises on my arms and legs have faded, so hopefully no-one will notice or suspect anything.

"Here goes, Zinnia." I murmur to myself as I pick up a black clutch and scurry hastily out of the room.

 

 

Zinnia's Outfit for this scene:D

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