After what happened in the past week, I fell into some sort of depression. I loved Jaremi so much, but nothing could cheer me up, not even him. I had so much to focus on, with the competition, and at home. I just longed for the taste of liquor on my lips, and I wanted to sleep. but I knew that I had to stay focused. Weeks passed, until the number of girls slowly reduced to four. I prayed to god every day to get me out of this competition, and let Jaremi win. He deserved it. After all, no one likes my Drag anyways. The judges were starting to warm up to me, Michelle's critiques were always in favor of the pageant drag it seemed, which was always harsh on me, but Rupaul and Santino began to appreciate my style. For our final 4 challenge we had to do a dog themed runway; and Latrice Royale was sent home, leaving Chad, Phi Phi, and I. It was time for the finale.

The next morning we rode to the theatre where the finale was to be filmed. Seeing all the eliminated queens was a lot of fun, but I think they noticed something was wrong between Jaremi and I. That night, we filmed the finale, and believe it or not, I WON. I had been waiting all my life to have that crown put on my head, but I hated every bit of it. I turned to hug Jaremi, who was in tears, but got ushered away by the producers for interviews. I climbed down into the crowd along with Phi Phi and Chad. That was when a tall man, about 5'8 in a nice suit walked up to Jaremi and kissed him. "You deserved to win babe, not that spooky bitch." The hair on my neck stood up. How could this be happening!

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