THAT’S HOT
by: Tara 

	Ashlyn stood in the center of the room, a circle of people
in pink hooded cloaks around her. 
	“Know the truth, fight the lies.” Chants ran across the
room, echoing off the walls. She put her hand on the
lipstick smeared Seventeen Magazine. “Jesus Christ is a
lie, our almighty is the only true Goddess.” 
	She wavered on her high heels, “she is the almighty. She
is the Goddess.” The group of people around her started
chanting once again. Small spurts of a name, gradually
growing louder and clearer. “Paris Hilton, Paris
Hilton.” Ashlyn looked around at the faces covered in pink
and smiled.
	“Paris Hilton, my almighty Goddess.” Ashlyn smiled. 	
	“I’m home.”
	Trav walked to the center of the room along side Ashlyn.
“We induct our new member into our cult tonight. Ashlyn is
to be welcomed with open arms.” 
	Then the transformation began. Her hair was dyed a bright
blonde, the color shining even in the dim light. Her makeup
was wiped on her face and done in a way deemed acceptable.
Her entire wardrobe was thrown out, replaced with pink
shirts and jean mini skirts. 
	Trav clapped his hands twice, waiting to get the rooms
attention. “Like, oh my god. Transformation complete.
It’s time to like partay.” The entire room broke out
into applause, it was time to celebrate Ashlyn’s new found
family. 
	“Like oh my god that’s hot,” was the comment she got
most often on her transformation. She couldn’t help but
run her hand through her new blonde hair, smile at the
makeup caking her face. She was a masterpiece, just like her
Goddess. Just like Paris Hilton. 
	“Ashlyn, darling. Your outfit is so hot. I love it.”
Trav said. “I mean, complete 180 baby, it’s
amazing...” He was cut off by one of the other members
running up to him in a blind panic. “What is it
darling?” He turned to Morgan. 	
	“Trav, it’s Paris. She’s been sent to jail.” His
eyes widened and he choked on the air. 
	“What!?” 
	“It was just on the news. Our Goddess has been sent to
jail.” Trav stormed through the room, knocking over any
person in his path. Ashlyn watched him grab his keys off the
table at the front of the room and run to his car. Morgan
was right on his tail, Ashlyn was not going to miss this. 
	“Jail, I can’t believe this. Paris in jail, this is
absolutely ridiculous.” Trav hit the steering wheel with
his fist. Ashlyn watched in wonder as her leader had a break
down in front of her eyes. 
	“Trav calm down, you’re not going to fix anything by
getting into a car accident.” Morgan rested her hand on
his shoulder. “Just, relax. We have plenty of money to
bail her out.”
	Ashlyn finally worked up the nerve to speak. “So uh, why
did she go to jail in the first place?”
	“Drunk driving,” Morgan said.
	“Oh.” Ashlyn slumped back in her seat, butterflies in
her stomach. She was going to come face to face with her
Goddess.
	They arrived at the jail in a record time of ten minutes.
Morgan shook her head. “Of course you would make a half
hour drive ten minutes.”
	“This if for Paris,” Trav said. He flipped his wrist
and walked through the doors of the jail. Ashlyn was almost
afraid to follow.
	“Uh excuse me.” He hit the bell at the front desk. A
bored looking cop came over to see what the dilemma was.
“Ew, blue is not your color, but anyway..” Ashlyn had to
giggle as Trav ranted on and on about how much of a mistake
it was, and insulting the cops clothing choices as he went.
“So really, let her out of jail now. Thanks.”
	The cop blinked, wondering what had just happened. “Sir,
you’re going to have to leave,” was all he could come up
with. 
	“No, you can’t go back there...” 
	Trav walked through the hallway to the holding cells,
wondering where Goddess was. Only Trav was allowed to call
her Paris, he was the privileged one. 
	Morgan looked at Ashlyn and shook her head. 
	“Lets go,” she said. 
	They followed Trav through the hallway until they reached
the last cell. 
	“Oh god no, no no no no no. I have a restraining order on
you.” Paris said. She squeezed herself into the farthest
corner of the cell, watching Trav with wide eyes.
	Ashlyn’s eyes flew open, her almighty Goddess was sitting
there in front of her. 
	“Paris baby, we’re here to save you.” Trav reached
his hand through the bar.
	“No, no I’d rather stay here.” Paris shrank further
into the corner. 
	Trav laughed, “she’s so funny right?” He turned to
Ashlyn, blindly nodding her head. “We’re gonna pay your
bail okay baby?”
	They walked down the hallway once again, this time heading
toward the still baffled cop. “Kay, here’s 10 grand. Let
her out of jail kay thanks.” 
	The cop just shook his head. “Whatever, just,
whatever.”
	Trav grinned, “I knew you’d see it my way.” They
followed the cop down the hallway to Paris’s cell.
“Alright, you’re free to go.”
	She looked at the cop, “Ugh, do I have to?” 
	The cop smirked and looked at the group of kids behind him,
“oh I think that’s far worse punishment then anything we
could dole out.”
	Trav jumped up and down clapping, “Yayyy.”
	Paris rolled her eyes, “just, drive me home or something.
God this is so not hot.”
	Ashlyn stared up at her Goddess, amazement in her eyes. 	
	“Paris, oh muh gawd, I’m like your biggest fan.”
Paris looked down at her. “Yeah kid whatever.” 
	They walked through the parking lot to Trav’s car. Morgan
with her arms crossed glaring at the back of Paris’s head.
“Ugh, I don’t even know why I’m a part of this stupid
cult anymore. Paris you’re such a skank.”
	Trav and Ashlyn stopped dead, both turning on her. “Are
you like, serious?”
	Paris stopped too, smirking. “Drama is so hot.”
	“Did you just insult the almighty?” Trav said.
	Morgan snorted, “Yes, god it’s ridiculous how you
worship her. I mean my god, look at her she’s so fake.”
	Ashlyn’s jaw dropped. “You cannot speak to the almighty
that way.”
	Morgan laughed, “the almighty? Are you an idiot? She’s
a fake Lindsay Lohan wannabe.” 
	Trav shivered, “ew, you can walk home bitch.”
	They got in Trav’s silver Lexus Convertible and drove
away, Morgan on the side of the road, arms crossed and face
grim.