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Chapter 7 - 46 [preview]

I had finally returned to the Most Loved fold. The competition was in its fourth incarnation, and with Zee returning to present for a second competition running, I felt safe in the knowledge that there wasn't going to be any cheating going on with the votes. I was so sure that Sam! had made a mistake. He must have cheated. How else could I have come 50th? I had been making a bit of a comeback on the forum, I had even learned not to call people "faily bastards" when they made fun of my beautiful hair. The day I stopped taking advice from Patrick was a sensible day. I qualified for Round 2. I was thrilled. I knew that I had to at least do better than 50th or I would be a laughing stock. I remember the delight I felt as Braden was announced as the 50th placed contestant. I called him ginger, even though he wasn't. I had become everything I had once hated. I prayed that Patrick would be called out next, the faily bastard. The moment those words had shot out of my fingers, through my keyboard and onto my screen, the news broke. I was 46th. I don't remember what happened next. I know that I blacked out and it delayed the news of KG coming 45th, but nobody really knew how long I was out cold for. BB Eye and ILoveTRW tried to soften the blow by saying my time would come soon, surely next year I would break the top 40, but all I could focus on was the fact they were both still in the competition and they were probably being insincere. It hurt to watch Patrick reach the top 40, and then the top 30, and then the top 20. Devastated, I turned my laptop off and vowed never to let being ginger stop me from doing well again. I could still hear GypsyGoth's cruel cackle of "'e is a stupide fraise-blond!" To this day I still don't know why she was pretending to be French, although part of me thinks she was making fun of Captain.Remy too. I couldn't let her equate being ginger with being French any longer. I knew things had to change...