One In A Million

"Previously titled 'The Complete Opposite of Science'. "There's a one in a million chance I'll win this contest. The prize? To spend a month living with the Loonatics. But there's also a one in a million chance I'll make it as an artist, so I guess I have nothing to lose." Holly Fox is doubtful she'll win the contest, but when by some chance she does, it changes her life -and the lives of the Loonatics, forever. AceXLexi, TechXOC ! Holly does NOT have powers!

Prologue

"What's that?"

"Nothing." I snatched the slip of paper out of my older sister's (Heather) grasp. I tucked it into my jean pocket.

Heather tossed her long red hair over her shoulder. "Whatever, it's not like I care or anything." I rolled my eyes. My parents are sitting at the kitchen table too, but they don't say anything; this is normal, it proves that Heather, my other older sister Hilary and I are sisters. Mom has her red hair done up in a neat bun and was nibbling at her toast. My dad was reading the holo-paper through his square glasses, that were perched on the end of his short snout.

"I should get to school," I said. I briefly hugged Mom and Dad, slung the strap of my bright green book bag over my shoulder and headed out the door to the bus-stop. I waited for a few minutes, before the bus came and I got on, and it took me to school.

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I waited until the end of the day to fill out the application form for the special LivingWithTheLoonatics contest. I was in my last year of university at the Acme Tech Institute. The bell rang at the end of my favourite class; Social and Media Arts. I looked at the first questions.

1.) What is your name?
Holly Fox

2.) How old are you?
Twenty-two

3.) What is your hair colour?
A bright red.

4.) Eye colour?
Bright green

5.) Female or Male?
Female

6.) Anthro or human?
A fox anthro with orange fur

7.) What are your interests?
Drawing, sketching

8.) Why should you win the contest?
I'm hoping to...I don't really know. Maybe it'll help me be a better artist, not to mention just meet some new people.

I folded the piece of paper carefully, and crossed my fingers, when someone bumped into me. Or should I say somebody: Alyssa Pussycat.

"You're not seriously entering are you?" She sneered, throwing her head back and laughing. How does her brown hair stay perfectly curled and bounce attractively while she laughs? "Like you'll win."

"I have the same chances as you," I shot back.

Alyssa smirked. "That's what you think." She neatly dropped her slip in the contest box slot, and sashayed away in her stilettos, her hair flouncing behind her, shoving a first year student aside. My cheeks burned. I would love to beat her at something for once. I pressed the slip of paper to my lips. Please let me win, I pleaded. I moved my hand and pushed the paper into the contest box. I took a deep breath; the odds aren't good. There's a one in a million chances I'll win. But there's also a one in a million chance I'll become an artist, so I guess I have nothing to lose.

The information of who won would come in the mail tomorrow, probably after school, so I would have to wait at least twenty-four hours until I knew. I just hoped even if it wasn't me, it wasn't Alyssa Pussycat.

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I was sitting at the desk in my bedroom the next day. I had had to redo my ponytail when I got home because too many strands of hair kept falling in front of my eyes I worked. Well, in my head I was working; my parents called it my hobby. I should probably be doing homework (I got a ton today! Hopefully I would finish it before one am though) but I got this idea in my head for a sketch, which wouldn't leave me alone. I tried to work, honest! (Why am I trying to convince myself...?) But I couldn't concentrate, so I caved in and started working on it. It was coming along well. It seemed to be a suit of armor, with an extra hard helmet to avoid concussion, and a belt specially designed for holding weapons; guns, swords, staffs, anything really. I was working on the accent colours for the helmet screen (a very pale blue) when there was a knock on my door. I put down my pencil, irritated; I hate it when people interrupt me in the middle of a drawing -at least the foundation was done though.

"Come in," I said. Mom walked in.

"A letter came for you," she replied. She handed me a thick envelope. In thin, neat writing was my name on the back, and sealing the envelope was a seal with the official LivingWithTheLoonatics contest logo. I took it from her, excitement shooting through me. She headed towards the door. "Dinner'll be in an hour." She called.

I barely heard her as my fingers darted towards the envelope. It was difficult to open, because I wanted to do it quickly, but I'm horrible with opening letters -no matter how hard I try I always mess up and open it in the most crude way possible- but I had to do it slowly; I didn't want to rip the letter inside. Finally I had pried it open.

I took the letter out and read:

Dear Miss Fox,

We are pleased to inform you that you are the winner of the 'LivingWithTheLoonatics' contest! A chaperon will escort you tomorrow mid morning (ten o'clock sharp) to the Loonatics HQ. All of your job, school and appointments have been organized and reassigned. We congratulate you.

Sincerely,

Daniel Pussycat

Daniel PussyCat

I resisted the urge to scream in excitement; there's no way I would ever do something so girly. I had to reread it a few times to make sure it was real, and I noticed something. Daniel Pussycat, Daniel Pussycat! He must be a relative of Alyssa's...that's why she said 'That's what you think' about the odds of getting picked; she probably asked her dad or uncle or something so rig the contest...This just got ten times better!

I took out my MyTab ("Holds over five hundred songs, photos, pieces of art and pieces of writing!") from my bookbag, which was slumped against my chair. I pressed the on button and the screen popped up. I put 'insert' into the little search engine, and a blue button popped up. I pressed it and held the letter next to the large insert button the bottom. The letter slid in, and I put it under 'I won the contest!24'. Then I pressed the blue button again and inserted my drawing. I put it under 'armor#12' and put it in my artwork folder. Later I would scan it onto the computer and make it 3-D and highlight it with special colours to enhance the quality.

But right now I was focused on packing (did I even have enough clothes to pack for a month, or a big enough bag? Time to start searching for my bedroom floor), eating dinner, and telling my family. I think they would be a little alarmed if I disappeared for a month. Grinning, I flung my bedroom door open and practically skipped down the stairs; this was going to be great!

*grins sheepishly* I know, I know. Another new story is the last thing I should be doing. ^_^ But the inspiration was so strong, I could barely concentrate on anything else. Good thing I'm still on vacation ;) I hope you like Holly. Now, since I am adding this, along with my (hopefully) weekly updates to "Friends", and trying to update "Parenthood" and "Destiny's Path" somewhat often, I can't really promise how often this'll get updated. It really depends how long this burst of inspiration will last (it might be for as long as "Detention Room 101" did). 0-0 Long author's note. Lastly, please review. :D