"What do you want, Amber?" Chantal demanded, getting up from her comfortable seat on the floor in irritation. "Don't you have other people to go nag and talk down to besides us?"
Amber smiled sarcastically. "What a thing to say, considering about this time last year you were doing the exact same thing."
Chantal looked away. "That was a long time ago. I've changed."
"No you haven't. You're still the same little insecure girl who'll do anything to get people to like her. People don't change, Chantal. Their focuses may, but they don't."
"That's not true!" Chantal cried out, ready to advance forward and tackle Amber.
Karen positioned herself between the two girls, then turned to Amber and pushed her. "Get out of here before I lose my temper and decide to smash in that overly lip glossed, war painted of yours. We're not in the mood for you today, Amber."
"I could care less about what you're in the mood for," Amber brushed coolly past Karen. "I couldn't help overhearing you girls talking about the Miss Midway contest for this year. I have two words of advice for you so that you don't get into a position that you don't want yourself in: back off."
"The high and mighty drama queen has spoken. We must all obey," Chantal turned sarcastically to her friends. "It's not very becoming to make threats. We all know you never follow through."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Amber turned around slyly and a finger to her lips. "Ask last year's winner. I'm sure she'd love to tell you all about the hot water she's now in because she didn't know how to successfully cover up her dirty little tracks overseas."
"What are you talking about? Francesca has nothing to hide, so why would she try to cover up her tracks?" Karen questioned suspiciously.
"Don't forget who you're dealing with, Karen. This is coming from a girl who couldn't keep her hands off another girl during the crowning ceremony from last year. She's psychotic. It's painfully obvious, Amber, that you have nothing better to do than to walk around and threaten people so that you can make yourself feel better. Get away from here. You're a pest."
"We'll see who's the pest, Chantal," Amber's tone went icy as she got up in the girl's face. "We'll see just who's so unconcerned if you're put in the same position that Francesca was in. I'll make sure that neither you nor any of these other girls gets the crown this summer. I will regain my title, and I will destroy each and every one of you if I have to in order to get to it. You have no idea what you're dealing with, girls. You'll be way out of your league if you decide to go up against me, trust me. No matter what happens, I will win. If it's not the crown, then it'll be with the satisfaction of knowing that I made your puny little lives miserable because you stole what was rightfully mine. If any of you do win, you'll be experiencing one year that you'll never forget. That's not a threat, my friends. That's a down right promise."
