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Candice raised one thin eyebrow and her grey eyes glistened for a moment. She glanced at the guy who just shook her hand, his name Alex, and could almost read his thoughts just by looking in his eyes. She slid her hand in his, smiling at him a little bit.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Candice." She said, her hand still in his. "What team are you on?" She asked. But she already knew he wasn't on her team. But Candice already had a game plan. And she wasn't gonna share it with anyone, unless they were on her team and they were someone she could trust. Candice had been back stabbed far to many times to expose her heart and trust once more to someone who was going to use and it and toss it.

- - - x The Next Morning x - - -

Candice woke up, pulling down her long grey shirt and sat up, looking outside. She hadn't woken up by herself, some loud noise had interrupted her sleep. But she knew if it had to do with the competition, she better get up and running right away. She tossed her long legs over the side of the top bunk, climbing down the steps carefully in her fuzzy white slippers that spelled "Live, Love, Lust". She walked downstairs to see a small envelope on the table and she picked it up. She decided not to read it until everyone was awake and downstairs, and she knew it wouldn't take long considering the loud sounds.

"Okay, so I used to be a huge morning person when I was little. But now, I don't like that. One of the things I hate is being forced to get up. But whatever. If that's what its gonna take to win this thing, I'm all for it."

"Guys, come down here, we have mail!" She yelled up the stairs just in case. She sat the envelope back on the table and flipped her body in half, her blonde hair hanging above the ground before she snapped back up, already putting it into a messy morning pinup on her head.