I am walking through a town that time forgot. I am wearing a everything that you would expect a cowgirl to wear. I am wearing a red checkered shirt and a blue denim skirt along with tan boots. I just hope that my clothes don't get my blood splattered on my clothes after I finish with the deadly task that I have to undertake. I can hear my the metal spurs on my boots clanking with each step that I take. I briefly touch the holster over my right hip as I look for my hated enemy. The other cowboys and cowgirls of the town know that a shootout is about to happen so they all run inside and pull down the shades over the windows. My breath quickens as I see the evil strawberry blonde desperado that I have been looking for. She is too wretched and diseased to live. She is facing away from me so I could shoot her in the back if I wanted to, but that is against my code. I let out a primal yell.

"IVY FISHER!"

The villain spins to face me and gives me a confident smirk. I can tell by the way she is looking at me that she thinks that I am nothing more than a small child. I can tell by her cold demeanor that she wants to gun me down just as much as I want to end her.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I've come to run you out of town, your yellow-bellied polecat!" I pat my holster once to drive my point across.

"You know that it won't be that easy!"

"Then get ready to draw!" I inhale a breath to steady myself. My foe on the other side of town has the face of a rattlesnake.

I see the television cameras which bring me back to reality. I may not really be in a wild west shootout, but my name is still Felicia Hart and I am in the final two of the reality contest America's Most Eligible. This simple girl from Iowa never dreamed that she could be in such an exciting contest. This blonde with perky breasts never guessed that she could be so close to winning a half million dollars and a romantic trip for two to Paris, France. Standing atop a flashy stage in the backyard of the mansion that has almost felt like home to me, I am looking into the eyes of the only person standing in between me and stardom. The biggest problem that I have is that I am looking into the eyes of an evil traitor.

Ivy Fisher one of the most complex and endearing people I have ever known. Her brown eyes and friendly demeanor make her look like the girl-next-door. The most distracting thing about her in my opinion is that she has the same strawberry blonde hair that my favorite book character Nancy Drew has. Unfortunately, all of those things were just a cover. Ivy is one of the most cold and calculating people that I have ever known. She made me think she was my best friend when she was really looking for a place to stab me in the back.

Everything Ivy did was to manipulate myself and everyone else in the contest. She lost the contest to see who could get the most phone numbers on purpose and faked a drowning incident to fool us all into thinking that she was some kind of helpless waif that couldn't hurt a fly. I cannot believe I actually dove into the water after that she-devil. I bet that she knew how to swim the whole time. She even stole the gown I was going to wear for the modeling contest. I showed her. I walked down the runway in my underwear and won hands down. The thing that makes me the the sickest is the fact that she was able to seduce me into a steamy encounter in her bed. I cannot believe that Ivy tricked me into thinking that she had feelings for me.

Oh, I almost forgot to mention that she conspired to get me eliminated from the contest for a short time. She pulled some strings to get be added as third candidate for elimination when there was only supposed to be three names on the ballot. Before I knew what was happening, I was on my way to the jury house. Ivy did not count on the show having a special contest that gave everyone in the jury house a shot back into the contest. We hid hearts containing our name inside the mansion. The person who had the last heart found won that special trip back into the contest. To make a long story short, I won which really got Ivy's goat. She had to hide her feelings of revulsion at the time.

So that is where we are. Ivy and I are staring each other down across the fancy stage. I almost feel as if I am trapped inside a western. It seems as if the winner will take out her gun and shoot down the loser once Carson opens the magic envelope and reads the name in inside. I have never been more nervous in my life, but there is no way that I am going to show that to my enemy. I am determined not to blink and I even have my arms folded across my chest to give my chest to give myself an air of indifference. Carson opens the envelope and reads the results of the jury ballot. I can't believe it! I won! I feel like I am about to cry.

Now that I have won the contest, I have so many emotions running through my body. I am fighting back tears. I feel a great sense of pride that I have beaten back the wicked witch Ivy even though she cheated at every turn of the contest. She is staring daggers at me but I do not care. I allowed myself to give a little smirk at my enemy. Now I know that it is true that nice people do not always finish last. I won this contest largely because of how I treated people. I was a friend whenever anyone needed it.

The most important thing about winning enough money to make my dreams come true is that I want to celebrate with someone special with someone on stage. My producer Jen advised me not to fall in love with anyone when this contest started, but I couldn't help it. There was one person who was supporting me every step of the way and I had a very steamy encounter with that person in the lighthouse. I immediately rushed to my favorite person and threw my arms around them.