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angelazeiglerCongratulations... I failed.
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I try. "Cecily, honey your gorgeous, the world will love you and you may even find a guy you like." Mom tells me. I roll my eyes as I try to cut my pancake with a fork. " Mom, you know I don't want to apply for this stuff. I just want to spend time with you and daddy. " I tell her. My dad looks at me funny.

Forget it

I try. "Cecily, honey your gorgeous, the world will love you and you may even find a guy you like." Mom tells me. I roll my eyes as I try to cut my pancake with a fork.

" Mom, you know I don't want to apply for this stuff. I just want to spend time with you and daddy. " I tell her. My dad looks at me funny.

"Cecily! The world outta see your beauty! I mean look at her face, Celina!" He says. Celina is my older sister born a year before me. She was extroverted, unlike me.

" heavens goodness Cecily you are so pretty girls are jealous! Dang you outta be proud! " She tells me. I'm 13. I spend most of my time reading.

"Celina you should read for once! I find good stories!" I tell her. Celina shakes her head. An envelope arrives at the door and my mom shrieks and bursts into happy tears. Hahaha big deal.

Sarcasm. "Cecily! My dear child you are auditioning for American Idol!!!!" She practically screams in my ear. I groan loudly. School. Ugh. I didn't really want to meet people.

Most people complimented me and many boys asked me out. Just give the good looks to some other girl though. I'm not the one to show off beauty.

And I don't want to audition for America's got talent. This is honestly stupid.

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It's audition time. Yay. More sarcasm. I just don't want to do this. I've never wanted fame. Ever. I'm called crazy. I don't understand.Β  A shrill of excitement booms.

Deafening chatter fills my ears. I groan. Cameras fill the place. It's my turn. I groan. I don't feel nervous but I don't want to do this. I'm forced to sing.

Maybe if I sing horribly they'll kick me off? Maybe? I then remember that my mom would spank me if I didn't make it. Fine. I start singing quietly. I don't care at this point. "...

When the days are cold and the cards all gold and...

" I look at the woman for 5 seconds but resume my singing " The saints we see are all made of gold and the ones we hail are the worst of all... And the bloods run stale...

I don't wanna hide the truth... I wanna shelter you... But with theΒ  beast inside... There's nowhere we can hide... No matter what we breed... We still areΒ  made of greed...

This is my kingdom come... "

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I finish. It's all over soon. "Very gude" says the woman. Such an accent.

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