James frowned, the word that he had heard couldn't have possibly been right, not in a million years.
"Could you repeat the world?" He asked, sweat beads beginning to form on the back of his neck. He NEEDED this scholarship, he NEEDED to win.
"Certainly." The judge said, smiling reassuringly. "James, your word is cluck."
James blinked, still not believing it. Was the final round going to be this easy? He looked around at the crowd, who didn't seem to mind the easy word.
Taking a deep breath in, he began. "Cluck." He started.
"C... L... U... C... K... Cluck. BA-COCK!" He finished, before feeling something strange come over him. Did he really just cluck like a chicken? Embarrassment showed on his face as he for the judge to tell him sit down.
But she seemed to be intrigued by him, giving him a strange grin. His arms began to feel uncomfortable, subconsciously moving themselves in a position similar to that of a chicken, unknown to James. White feathers began to sprout under his shirt, causing James to feel kinda itchy.
"You may sit down now, James..." The judge said, to James's relief. He quickly got to his seat as Ashley walked up to the stand.
"Ashley, your word is..."