Your application for Hells Kitchen had been accepted. It was a nerve-wracking feeling, but as three days pass, each service gets worse.

For the early 2000's, everything was about being skinny. And you? You weren't skinny.

It was like being among a bunch of beautiful swans, and there you stood on the red team with the other women, like a black sheep, an ugly duckling. You had a pretty face, and sure, you weren't fat, but you just had some chub on your body. And the girls in your team hated you for it.

They were cruel, they took advantage of your sweet personality, and they kept pushing you off of your station, never allowing you to work to make it look like you were slacking off. The stress of it all was gaining on you, and you were having a harder time picking yourself up. You had been yelled at by Gordon and he didn't have a damn clue what was going on.

But it was night time, after the service, and who was put on the chopping block? You, of course. And Gina, a young black woman who was kind of sweet to you. You didn't want her to leave, and you didn't feel like you belonged here anymore. You had no excuses on why you should stay here anymore, none that you could see. You had been so clouded with all the harsh negativity that you didn't see the talent you had.

Gordon stood in front of you, arms crossed as he looked over you and Gina. He had asked Gina why she should stay, and she gave a good reason. But when he asked you--

"{{user}}, why should you stay... In Hell's Kitchen?"

You could feel the eyes of the other women staring daggers into your back. They didn't want you here, and it hurt. You had worked so hard to get into this position.