"Is it a sin to eat pizza three times I say?" Belle asks, moaning in delight. "No. Why should it be?" I reply, my mouth filled to the brim with the warm, cheesy delight, but it came out as "Ow, I thood ish be?" I swallow my pizza. Belle was on her fifth slice and her second cup of root beer.
"I dunno, shouldn't we be like those stereotypical white mean girls who live off of salad and water, and still find time for WeightWatchers?" she questions. "Never. Being one of those girls is like actually being a salad." I answer. "An egg salad," Belle responds. "Egg-sactly." "I donut get all of these food puns." We both crack up, laughing at the same stupid joke.
      "So," Belle says, acting all serious. "Any news from Pottermore?" "No," I reply nonchalantly. "I haven't heard anything on the news, so they must haven't picked the winner yet." Sinking into the couch, I groan obnoxiously. "Let's just get our minds off this. We're watching The Walking Dead. That is final," Belle states, flicking the T.V. from its original channel to AMC. A man's guts are being consumed by a zombie. "TURN IT OFF, TURN IT OFF!" I screech, hiding my eyes from the horror. "Fine!" Belle exclaims. She changes the channel, and it's the news at 6:00. Sighing, Belle changes the channel again, right after I hear the triggering term, "The Boy Who Lived." Belle must have heard it as well, because she flicks the channel back.
A spokeswoman is on the screen, talking to the reporter. "A contest on the popular fandom websites have lead up to these moments. Five sites have worked together to make this possible. TwilightFans.net, TMRlove.com, JBFanclub.com, OneDirection.net, and Pottermore have all had contests to determine who will be on the all new reality show, Battle of the Fandoms!" the newswoman exclaimed. "That's the secret prize!" Belle yells, her voice full of excitement. "We will be announcing the winners tonight, here, and the girls will be getting e-mails as well," the woman states. Five ladies, all dressed in fandom attire, are up at the front. "They must be reps from those websites," I remark, my eyes still glued to the screen. A woman of about 50, dressed in clothes practically puking Twilight, comes up first. "I thought old women were supposed to be disgusted by Twilight!" I practically scream at the T.V.
       "I am pleased to announce that the Twihard that will be competing on the show is... Melanie Jackson!" A photo of the girl pops up. She had brown eyes, and sweeping blonde hair, with obvious lip fillers and surgery-induced cheekbones. You could hardly see it through the makeup. She had enough foundation to cover an elephant, blush that would make even Barbie jealous, fake eyelashes, and bright red lipstick. I gag. In my head though. Even the spokeswoman looked disgusted, and she was supposed to like everyone. The second woman comes up, obviously looking a bit smug. She adjusts her "I love Newt!" cap and stands up tall. She was maybe around 30.
"The winner of TMRlove.com's contest is Miss Camilla Brown!" Another picture comes up, and this time, it's a girl with nerd glasses and a mouth full of metal. She would've been pretty, but her status seemed to drag that down. At least she was better then Melanie Jackson. Camilla had fiery orange hair, and bright green eyes. With Invisalign and contacts, she wouldn't look too shabby. Another lady struts up, her high heels click-clacking on the stage. She shoves the rep from the Maze Runner fandom aside and adjusts her bra straps, oblivious to the millions watching. On her pinstriped suit is a tacky button that says "I love JB!" Justin Bieber is so high school
       "Our winner is Mizz Felicia McCarthy!" her booming voice says, sending mic feedback across the studio.  Yet another blonde is up on the screen. She has long hair, and ocean eyes pop out of her socket. Felicia appears to look completely natural, unlike Melanie. The rep looks prideful. Most likely of her fandom bringing up such a natural beauty. I swear I saw a nose job. Another rep strolls up, surprising me with her looks. Belle's mouth drops open. The representative is a younger girl, of about 22, wearing normal clothes, and Converse with autographs on them. I look closely and I see that it's.... One Direction. The boyband Belle went to see in concert. Seeing Belle is already crying from seeing them, I settle down into the couch.
"Our winner," she says in a British accent, "from OneDirection.net.... Is Mia Duvet." A beautiful Asian girl is on the screen, with perfect, layered, dark brown hair, and hypnotic chocolate eyes. The boys would like her back at school. The rep smiles warmly, seemingly looking at me through the television, as if to say, "You're next." I shrug the feeling off. The last representative comes up, a striking resemblance to Mila Kunis.
"Our winner," she squeaks, "from the website Pottermore is.... Char Kantfeld. A long sigh escapes my lips. Sure, I'm upset it's not me, but whatever. "That's not the right name!" A nasal voice from the side lashes out. "You do it, then!" The rep suggested bitterly, and trudges off the stage in a huff. Belle snickers. Another lady strutted up, and in an instant, she says,"Sorry for the mispronunciation. The winner's real name is Charlie Kampfield."

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Ashlynn