"And now...the runner up of the Miss Teen contest is... Zoey Fielding!" The announcer called.
Zoey felt a rush of dissapointment go through her. She hadn't won. She didn't really think she
would have. But her hopes had been so high. She looked out to Taylor. He was looking at her,
sympathy in his eyes. Zoey sighed, but stepped forward, and accepted the envelope the host
handed her, and walked back to her place in line.
"And the winner of this year's Miss Teen Contest Is.... Amber Miller!" The blonde that had been
compared to as a "queen" compared to Zoey stepped up, and accepted her envelope as well, but
grabbed the micraphone from the host, and started to thank people that had made her go this
"this far".
Zoey rolled her eyes, and stepped back from the line, hopeing no one would notice. She ran
backstage, and grabbed her coat. Running, she didn't care who saw her, she just had to get out
of there. So much for her new life. She could kiss all her dreams goodbye.
She sat on a bench outside of the building, and opened the envelope. A check fell out. Zoey
picked it up. "1,000 dollars? Whoh...not bad for second place..." Zoey said to herself. She
looked in the envelope, and pulled out a letter, reading it outloud.
Dear Contestant,
Condradulations! You have recieved $1,000 for your effort and recieving Second Place in our Miss
Teen Contest. You have outstanding qualities and grace to get you this far, and we wish you luck in
the future. Don't spend the money all in one place!
Sincerely,
The staff and oranization of The Miss Teen Contest.
Zoey scoffed. "The organization of the Miss Teen Contest? What did they have to do with
anything as far as how the judges judge... I shouldn't have even entered myself in this stupid
thing, I knew I wasn't good enough to win, and tonight, I proved it."
A small drop landed on the letter, running the delicate ink down the page of thanks. Zoey looked
up to the sky. "Great, it's raining...again..." She muttered.
She jumped off the bench, and was about to start heading home when she heard someone call
her name.
She turned around, and there, standing soaking wet, was Taylor.
Chapter Sixteen
