Beauty Queens Part 7

"That poor thing tried to eat us," Jennifer said.

Sosie nodded. "Poor b.i.t.c.h." She grabbed a shard of the plastic Lady 'Stache Off jar. "I wonder what made the snake explode? You think it was that battery thingie?"

Jennifer wiped her hands with the edge of her dress. "Don't know. It looked pretty sick anyway."

"What?"

"The snake. Looked sick," Jennifer repeated, and Sosie showed her the sign for sick.

"I want to show you something."

Sosie led the way through ruined trees and denuded earth. Off to the right were a series of weathered totems. Clearly, this had once been somebody's home, but whoever they were, they were gone now, and the land around here didn't look like it could support so much as a carrot patch, let alone people. At last they came to the ruins of an ancient temple carved into the side of a mountain. Veiny tree roots closed around it protectively, as if saving it from the destruction their brothers and sisters had faced.

Sosie motioned for Jennifer to follow. The temple wasn't too dark inside, thanks to a hole in the top where a family of birds had built a nest. There were also seat cus.h.i.+ons from the plane, a blanket, a kerosene lantern, and an old ham radio.

"Dude! A radio!" Jennifer grabbed for it and hugged it to her chest.

"Doesn't work," Sosie said.

Jennifer twisted the k.n.o.bs and dials. Nothing. She opened the back of the radio. The wires were a jumble of color. She let out a low whistle. "Man. That is a mess. Still. I might be able to get it up and running. I'm pretty mechanical. I wonder where all this stuff came from."

"What?" Sosie said, and Jen said it more slowly, letting Sosie read her lips. "That's not all. Look." Sosie showed Jennifer what appeared to be a military ration kit. Inside were chocolates, water, and protein bars. There was also a machete, two knives, and a wooden crate packed for s.h.i.+pment with the lid pried loose. Sosie removed the lid. Inside were moldy packing peanuts stuffed around several jars of Lady 'Stache Off.

"It's so strange. What's this stuff doing on this island?"

Jennifer ignored Sosie's question and pointed instead to the ration kit. She made a puppy begging face, which made Sosie grin. Together, they sat on the weed-choked temple floor and shared a chocolate bar, which tasted better than anything Jen could remember. She'd never had a meal in silence before. At home, there was her little brother yakking it up, Jen and her mom arguing. At school, at juvie, at the pageant training center, someone was always instructing, advising, reprimanding, and Jen had learned her only defense was to talk, loudly and a lot, in order to keep the needling "helpful" words of others at bay. Now, there was just the food, the company, and the quiet.

She kind of liked it.

MISS TEEN DREAM FUN FACTS PAGE!.

Please fill in the following information and return to Jessie Jane, Miss Teen Dream Pageant administrative a.s.sistant, before Monday. Remember, this is a chance for the judges and the audience to get to know YOU. So make it interesting and fun, but please be appropriate. And don't forget to mention something you love about our sponsor, The Corporation!

Name: Shanti Singh

State: California

Age:17

Height: 5' 3"

Weight: 128 lbs. A lot of it is muscle. 116 lbs

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Best Feature: My hair. People say it is glossy. I use an old Indian treatment.

Fun Facts About Me: I have studied botany, fencing, synchronized Tae Kwon Do, gymnastics, cla.s.sical piano, cello, Bollywood dancing, and Indian cinema.

I can make popadam as my mother and grandmother taught me.

My favorite cla.s.s is chemistry.

I hope to be the head of my own Fortune 500 company.

My platform is called First Generation Health. It helps kids in immigrant populations get the health care they need.

My proudest accomplishment was hearing my handler, Mrs. Mirabov, tell me that my evening gown walk only made her want to put out one eye. Trust me - that's a compliment.

The thing that scares me most is failure.

12These words have been sanitized for your protection. An adjective and a noun, respectively.

13A part of the body. Not the knee or the nostril.

14A spectacular cursing display. Really, an absolute ten. And the dismount was spot-on.

15This is not cursing. This is delineating.

16This is also not cursing. This is ... oh, all right. It totally is.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

The river had carried Nicole, Shanti, Petra, and Tiara through the mountains and deposited them in a steaming spring surrounded by blackened rock that looked like burned-over cake batter.

"Wh-where are we?" Tiara asked.

"Some kind of lava fields, it looks like," Shanti answered. Algae clung to her scalp. She'd lost her sash in the raging waters. They all had. They were covered in mud till all that could be seen were their eyes and mouths.

"I hate this place," Tiara whimpered. "It's super creepy. Like a haunted Chuck E. Cheese's where the games all want to kill you and you never get your pizza."

Shanti glared at Petra. She struggled to keep her tone even, but it was difficult. "Why didn't you let go of that case? If you had just let go, we could have held on to the tree, and we wouldn't be out here in the middle of some lava field with no idea how to get back to the beach."

"I'm sorry," Petra said. "It ... the case was - is - important to me."

"What do you have in there - a vintage Bermes scarf17?" Nicole struggled to her feet and offered Petra a hand.

"My medicine."

"Bipolar Bears18," Tiara said sympathetically. "My mom put me on those as soon as I turned thirteen. She couldn't deal."

"It's not that," Petra said. "I have a medical condition."

"What kind of medical condition?" Nicole asked.

"It's a hormonal thing," Petra answered nervously.

Tiara's hands flew to her mouth. "In health cla.s.s, they told us there's an or in wh.o.r.e because you always have the choice to respect your body and say no. You've got one of those STPs now, don't you?"

Petra stared. "STP is a motor oil."

"Oh. My. Gosh. We didn't even learn about that one. It must be really bad!" Tiara gestured solemnly to her crotch. "Protect the citadel. Protect the citadel."

Petra looked to the others. "Help."

Nicole shook her head. "Public school s.e.x Non-Ed. When I'm surgeon general, I am so fixing that." On the walk, she explained hormonal, and Tiara nodded, smiling.

"Ooh. It's okay, Petra. When I get my monthlies, I need a handful of Advil and a chocolate donut. I'd give anything for a chocolate donut right now. I'm so hungry. Even hungrier than when my mom put me on that grapefruit and hot sauce diet before the Miss Tupelo pageant last year."

"I've done that diet," Nicole said.

Shanti nodded. "Me, too. Except without the grapefruit."

Tiara's eyes filled with tears. "All those years of starving myself and now I'm really starving."

"All those pageants - local, city, state. The car rides with my hair in rollers," Shanti echoed.

"Straighteners and extensions," Nicole said.

"Teeth bleaching," Tiara added. "Eyebrow shaping. Tanning booths. Bikini waxes. Lipo."

"Pills. Injections," Petra mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Feels like we've been in training for the wrong pageant," Nicole said with a sigh.

"What are we going to do?" Tiara asked.

Their bellies ached with hunger, and the earlier thrill of losing a few pounds before pageant time had been replaced with a terrible, desperate longing for food. To make matters worse, the rain had started again. It pounded wet fists against them.

"Let's move on," Shanti said. "I think if we follow the stream it'll lead back to the beach and the others."

They marched alongside the stream as it fattened into a river, alert all the while to the constant sound track of caws, shrieks, growls, and croaks. Birds flew suddenly from treetops, the slapping of their wings like gunshots. Things slithered, hissed, and cackled in the great unknown. Petra sang a Boyz Will B Boyz song softly to herself to drown out the noise.

"You have a really nice voice," Tiara said. "Almost as good as the record."

"Thanks," Petra mumbled and blushed. "I was a big Boyz Will B Boyz fan."

"Who wasn't?" Nicole laughed. "When I was eleven, I had their posters all over my room."

"Me, too!" Tiara said, smiling. "Who was your favorite?"

"Mmm, maybe Joey"

Petra let out a loud "Ha!"

"What's wrong with Joey?"

"Nothing, if you like boys who tan like it's an Olympic sport."

"He was pretty orangey," Nicole agreed. "J. T. Woodland was the best, anyway. He was so cute, with those big eyes and those curls. He was the most talented one, I think. I wonder why they kicked him out?"

"I'll bet it was drugs." Tiara batted away a dragonfly.

"It wasn't drugs," Petra said.