Vita Duva, Ninth Place

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

**Vita- "I'm really sad right now! I feel like I might have dissapointed my family, but I know that they're already so proud of me. Just the idea that I'm here! I mean, that's huge! I've learned so much about myself, and other people. This is bigger than anything I've ever done. I made it through casting week and five eliminations. I tried my hardest and that's all you can do."

Vita had left the competition.



***This was a particularly sad elimination for me, since when I played the challenge on my computer (before it broke) Vita was the winner! I was upset to see her go. She had the second lowest relationship with Don, but the girl who had the lowest happened to be the best dancer, so I picked the next worst, Vita.

A Suprise Elimination

Monday, December 28, 2009

Tiffanie, Taylor, Vita, Chanel, Kara, Taryn, Meg, Brianne, and Remy lined up on stage. The air was thick with tension.

"All of you did wonderfully." Don adressed them. "But as you know, there can only be one winner."

"Right now I'd like to talk about some of your performances... Tiffanie."

"Yeah?" she gulped.

"What happened? I thought you guys had it in the bag. At the ned you just looked a little disoriented." said Don. "Taylor, you did a great job. You had wonderful presence."

"Next. The lumberjacks, (Kara looked down nervously) all three of you had great dancing skills, especially Taryn."

"Finally, the smustlers. Chanel, you were terrible. No two ways about it. And Vita, you let your team down at the end."

Don now readdressed the entire group. "One of you is the winner... and one of you is going home. The winner will be announced early tomorrow."

"The person who I call now must leave here, return to the house, pack your bags, and go home. I've thought long and hard about this, and if you can't impress me, then you'll never be my wife."

"The bachelorette who is be going home tonight is..."

"Vita."

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! " she cried into her hands, falling to her knees.

Don looked at his feet.

"I wanted it so bad." Vita was sobbing with despair.

"I'm sorry." Tiffanie bent down and put her arms around Vita. "I'm so sorry Vita."

"Waaaaaahh."

"Shhh... it's okay. C'mon, let's go." Tiffanie lifted her up and helped Vita off the stage, through the crowd, and away from everything.

Sharon Lawerence, Tenth Place

Friday, December 18, 2009

Sharon returned downstairs and began to pack her things, and clean up her few possessions that had managed to scatter themselves around the house.

"Well, it's over, and as much as I enjoyed it, I have to admit I'm a little relieved. All the drama and the stress was really getting to me, not to mention Don and I were never that into each other. I completely understand my elimination. And I did get some good memories, and I got to try something new. And I almost won that downtown race challenge! And I plan on keeping in touch with Tiffanie. Overall, I'm happy to do something like this!"

Sharon got into the taxi and went home, and happily none the worse for wear.

Continued From Previous

Don pulled out the final rose. "But Sharon, you're a survivor, and that's why you'll be able to survive this..."

Sharon looked nervously at Taryn, who's tearstained face looked back.

"... your elimination. Taryn, will you accept this rose?" Don finished.

Sharon looked suprisedly at Taryn, who's tearstained face looked back.

The girls gasped. They couldn't help themselves.

"Oh... wow... okay." Sharon said after some length. "I guess that's goodbye then."

Everyone ran down and grabbed her in a huge bear hug.

"This is for you, Taryn." Don told her.

"Oh, that scared me Don!" was her watery reply.

And soon Sharon was going... going... gone.

Day 10- The Fifth Elimination

Sunday, December 13, 2009

**Don, 30- "Whew. I'm more confused than ever. I'm afraid I could make the wrong choice. You know, I could let the wrong woman go tonight. That is definately possible. This is my one shot, and like, I'm trying to get to know these girls, but I don't know what's going on at the house when I'm not there! All these women have got amazing qualities. But I need to find out more. There is just so much drama going on right now, it's really clouding my decision. All I can do is go with my head, my heart, and my gut."

* * * *

"Ladies, good evening."

"Good evening, Don!" they chorused back.

"Before we begin the rose ceremony, I have a suprise for you all. Bring 'em in guys!" Don shouted, and four burly men brought in four racks of dresses, all looking elegant and expensive.

"OOOOH!" Brianne cried out. "NEW CLOTHES!"

"Yes Brianne, but don't be fooled. This is a mini challenge. I want the dress you choose (too keep) to reflect you, whatever way you wish. Go for it!"

For the next ten minutes the panel room was filled with women making the noises and actions associated with new clothes.

**Sharon, 26- "I think I picked a good one. It's very flashy, hopefully he'll notice me!"

**Chanel, 28- "Oooooh child, he better like my outfit! I'm showin' skin!"

Finally they were ready, each in a stunning new gown.

"Well, I guess there is no other way to start this." Don began, and lifted the first rose of the evening.

"This girl one the latest challenge, but that's not the only reason why I'm picking her. She's strong, beautiful, and about as genuine as it gets. Meg."

She clutched her heart, muttered thank you, and strode past the envious bachelorettes toward her prize.

"Meg, will you accept this rose? I have a fun time on our date, and you totally earned this with your performance yesterday."

"Absolutely!" Meg cried, hugging him.

"The next one." he said, selecting a new one. "This girl dissapointed me greatly last week. But on our date today I saw her transform from petty and bad tempered to interesting and fun. Remy?" he asked hesistantly.

Squealing with delight, Remy hitched it over to Don. "From the bottom to the almost top!" she said, and then accepted her rose.

"Remy, you've grown these past few days. Let's hope it stays that way." Don told her.

"Yes, yes!"

"The third woman this evening... Tiffanie, will you accept this rose?" Don lifted it to her.

"Yes... oh goodness... and here I am worrying so much!"

"Congratulations... you are staying for another two days, baby." Don told her, and throwing in a tight hug.

"Chanel, honey, I have to give you the fourth rose this week. You just make me laugh."

"Thank the Lord!" she gasped, flinging herself down the aisle dramatically, swinging her arms. "You're awesome!"

"This next girl also deserves the fifth rose for being a wonderful date... Vita!"

"Really?" Vita asked, stepping forward. "YEAH!"

"Vita, I feel like I never give you enough credit, so this week I'm giving you an early rose. You certainly impressed me at the lodge this afternoon."

Chanel turned to Vita, giving her a thumbs up, as Don fretted over the next rose.

"If you notice, half the bachelorettes have been called, and five of you remain."

"Kara. Will you accept this rose?"

"Uh... sure!" Kara replied enthusiastically. She took her rose and confusedly wandered over to her spot next to Vita.

"Alright. Taryn, Brianne, Sharon, and Taylor. None of you have recieved a rose, and that's due to a little problem I had with each and every one of you these past two days."

"However... only one girl is going home. The seventh rose... belongs to Brianne. Will you accept it?"

"Well yaaaaaaahhh!" Brianne cried, flinging her hands into the air. She shot a devastated Taylor a dirty look as she walked past her.

"Two roses left..." Don said sadly, and picked up another. "Taylor. Will you accept this rose?"

"Oh, Don, of course. I'm so sorry!" she cried, rushing forward to recieve it.

"Oh, Taylor. I want to like so much. But lately you've been freaking out. You are being rude, and deliberately offeneding girls, and it hasn't gone unnoticed."

"Yes... I'm so sorry."

"Good. Now here's your rose."

Now only two women remained.

"Will Taryn and Sharon please step forward?"

"Hahaha, it rhymes." Kara whispered to Vita. She made a "shushshsh" gesture.

"Well here we are, ladies. The final rose. I will only call one name, and the girl who I do not call must immediately go downstairs, pack their bags, and go home."

He turned to Taryn, clearly distressed. "You are here because you dissapointed me this week. During the challenge, you gave up. That was a big mistake in my eyes. Poor Vita lost because of it. It says a little about your character, and trust me, it does not reflect kindly."

"Sharon. You stand here, not because of a mistake, or attitude, but because, out of all the women, you alone have still failed to make a connection with me. I've kept you over four other girls. You are a sweet woman, but somehow I think... maybe not for me."

Don pulled out the final rose. "But Sharon, you're a survivor, and that's why you'll be able to survive this..."

to be continued...

Hilda Sanchez, 11th Place

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Hilda returned to the bedroom and grabbed all of her clothes that were strewn across the room, throwing them into her suitcase.

"Of course it's humiliating to go home, and especially to loose to that... that goddamn annoying Remy, but you know, that's life. Don's a real piece of work though, obviously he and I were not cut out for each other, and thats fine. I'll miss a few of the girls too, but it just feels terrible going home, a this early too. It did come down to me and the way I treated Remy, but ya know, we got off on a very wrong foot, and I don't like her. That's the way I treat people I don't like, and so if you don't like that, ya don't like me, so I don't need Don anyway!"

Soon she was in the taxi, and on her way home.

Day 8- The Fourth Elimination

Soon the eleven remaining contestants were lined up, each of them looking beautiful.

Don spoke first. "Hello ladies. Tonight is a very important night. Elimination, which will bring us one step closer to finding my true love. I have nine roses behind me."

"The first girl I'm calling tonight went through a complete transformation. She truly impressed me on our date, and I want to get to know her a little bit better. From the bottom to the top, Chanel."

"YEAH! WOO HOO!" she called, stepping forward, "I'll accept that rose, baby!"

"Congrats!" a few of the girls called from the crowd.

"The next girl just continues her streak. She has been solidly at the head of the pack. Brianne, will you accept this rose?"

Brianne flashed a winning smile at Don, and laughed, "You better believe it!" She took her place next to Chanel.

"This next woman can be described in one word: classy. Meg, come here!"

"Thank you!" she cried, throwing her hands up and coming forward.

"The next name... Tiffanie."

"Taylor."

"Kara."

"All right! I'm still here! Who'd a thunk?" Kara called out, accepting her rose and joining the other safe women.

"Five ladies left. Four roses remain. You do the math." Don remarked sadly.

"Vita, you deserve to stay two more days."

"Oh, Don!" said gasped, walking up.

"The eighth name... Sharon."

"Whew!" Sharon put her hand to her forehead, hitching her dress up and walking down the stairs. "I need to do something about this being called almost last all the time!"

"The ninth girl, and recipient of one of the final roses tonight... Taryn."

"Thank you thank you Don!" she cried, stepping forward.

Don sadly turned to the two remaining girls. "Will Remy and Hilda please step forward?"

"I have one rose in my hands, and this rose represents the girl who is still in this competition. I will only call one name, and the name that I do not call must immediately go downstairs, pack your belongings, and go home."

"I would have never thought that the two of you would be standing here this early. The stunning Hilda, who's always the life of the party, or the beautiful and refined Remy who is always cheerful, singing? This should not be happening."

Now he addressed them angrily. "I asked you two to get along. I asked you to be respectful. You certainly did not do as I asked, you bickered and fought almost every moment in this competition. Even from day one, when Sandy tried to stop you. That's why you are in this position. And you have no one to blame but yourselves."

Don was now speaking with bitter disappointment in his voice, and Remy had tears streaming down her face. Hilda hung her head in shame.

"All of that aside, one of you is staying..."

"And that person is Remy."

Remy began to sob full out now, and she buried her head in her hands, crying thankfully. "Oh Don!" she flung herself up the stairs and accepted her rose. "I cannot thank you enough."

Don gave her a quick hug, and then turned to a livid Hilda.

"Go to hell, Don." she spat, and stalked out of the elimination room, leaving everyone shocked in her wake.

Wendy Brown, 12th Place

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

**Wendy- "This is so upsetting! I did not want to go home, any especially not this early! I really like Don, and I thought he liked me back. I'm stunned. It's just one of those things, though. Something that got away." She wiped her eyes and sniffled. "I really didn't think it was going to be me, but if it is, I guess it is. It's just awful knowing that I'm only going home over a silly date..."

She stepped into the taxi, which drove her away.

Back upstairs, the rest of the girls ran down to see if they could say goodbye to Wendy. Unfortunately, when they got there, she was gone.

The Third Elimination

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Twelve women came into the panel room, each wearing their brand new clothes.

"Hello everyone." Don said. "You all look quite lovely. I hope you are enjoying your gifts."

"We love them!" they chorused back.

"It's now time for the rose ceremony... or the elimination."

"The first rose goes to a girl who opened up to me, and impressed me far more than anyone else did this week. She's kindhearted and compassionate, and I've had the pleasure of getting to know her closely. And that's Tiffanie."

Tiffanie stepped down, gasping. "I'm so shocked! In a good way!"

"This next girl is just fun to be around. Will you accept this rose, Brianne?"

"Yeah!" Brianne exclaimed, stomping over. "Thank you so much."

"The same is true for the next girl. Kara!" Don yelped.

"Ah!" she yelped, bobbing her head.

Don pulled out the fourth rose. "Taylor."

"Whew!" She wiped her hand across her forehead, looking relieved.

"This next girl gave me an extremely enjoyable time on our date. Meg, will you accept this rose?"

"Yes!" Meg nearly shouted, causing everyone to laugh appreciatively.

"This date was enjoyable, but let the next one be romantic, all right?" Don told her.

"All right." Meg eagerly accepted her rose and took her place.

"The next name I'm going to call... is Vita! You have not gone unnoticed."

"Thank goodness. I'm still in!" she sighed, walking up to accept her rose.

"Will you accept this rose... Taryn?" Don asked, smiling at her.

"I feel like I've been waiting forever!" Taryn called, happily walking forward. "Seventh isn't too bad!"

"Congratulations." Don said.

"Sharon, get down here!" Don said, whipping out a rose. "I want you here another week!"

"WHOOO!" she said, and joined the others. "By the way, I love my dress! I think it's such a great color for my skin!"

"Look at you, getting some more self confidence, I see. Congratulations. You're still in the competition." Don handed her the rose.

Eight girls had now been called, leaving just Wendy, Hilda, Chanel, and Remy.

"The ninth name I'm going to call... is Remy."

"Oh... just... I'm sorry!" she stuttered, stumbling over.

"The reason you were called so late today is because of your ongoing fights with Hilda. It's ridiculous, and needs to cease immediately."

"I promise it'll stop!"

"Congratulations. You're still in the running toward becoming my fiance."

Don pulled out another rose. "The same goes for Hilda."

"Yeah, baby!" she called out, swooning.

"You made it last week by the skin of your teeth. This week you barely escaped the bottom two. One more strike, and you're out." Don warned her.

"Okay." Hilda nodded, taking her spot.

"Will Wendy and Chanel please step forward?" Don sadly said.

"Two amazing girls stand before me. But I only have I rose left, and the girl who does not receive one must immediately go downstairs, pack your bags, and go home."

"I would have never thought that Wendy and Chanel would be here this early. You both started out so strong. Wendy. You're here because of our terrible date. I did not have fun, and if I'm going to be spending the rest of my life with you, that's very important. You were awkward and hard to talk to."

"Chanel. I was very upset to find out how you acted this morning, and all week. A bad attitude is one thing, but put on top of that the fact that you were ungrateful, and downright rude!? I picked that specific outfit for you, and do you want to know why? Because I thought it suited your bright and vibrant personality, and I know you like to show a little skin. So I was very ashamed to hear the things you said."

"So what do I do? Do I pick the girl who had a bad date, or the girl who had a bad attitude? Of your two faults... there is something that can be worked on..."

"And that's why I choose Chanel."

Chanel let out a deep breath as Wendy began to cry. "Oh, Don!" Chanel cried, accepting her rose.

"Let this be a very powerful warning."

"It is!" Chanel sniffled, wiping her nose. She turned and hugged Wendy.

"I'm sorry Wendy. This did happen sooner than I wanted it to, but I think it's for the best." Don told her.

"Well, thanks for everything." Wendy said in a diminished voice, and walked out, silently wiping her tears.