Natahlia Lockhart, the girl who was focused on everything, except for how to be a kid. She worried constantly about what people thought about her, or how she was gonna make a living when she got older. So she started now, by looking in the papers for jobs that she might like in her field. Of being a model, of course. Natahlia would hastedly walk up and down her room with her elbows pointed forward with confidence and her head held up high with fierce. She loved the way models were and their entire interior. Ever since she was 7, she had a soft spot for being a model. But there was one problem, she was very, very short. 4'8 to be exact, and she had some crazy theory that you had to be at least 6'5 to be in the business. Ah, worrisome Natahlia was one of a kind, indeed she was. She was a 14 year-old, girl that was nothing short from a elf and a fiesty one at that. "Natahlia, time for dinner" her mother shouted from downstairs. Natahlia rolled her eyes an huffed, "Coming mom!" she wasnt finished with her routine runway walk that she's been doing every day for the past 5 years, and her mom tells her everyday to stop and come eat dinner. Sometimes she even misses out on dinner because she wants it to be perfect. She walked downstairs and practiced her cat walk once more before sitting down at her seat infront the dinner table. In front of her was her father, older brothers, Ian & Eden, and her little sister Isabell.
"Hey Natahlia how was your day" Isabell asked. Natahlia had never really talked to anyone throughout the house on the days she practiced and that was almost everyday. She was literally focused to the fullest extent. Natahlia glared and shined a fake smile disliking her little sisters perky tone. "It was fine, just the usual catwalk routine i do" She stuffed my mouth with mash potatoes. She could tell dad cooked this because mom cant cook. "Honey you okay?" her mom asked in a worried tone, "Im fine" She replied, scanning everyones faces.
"Natahlia, you need to quite doing these routines your straining your muscles. Ive been seeing you limping sometimes when you walk" she demanded
"No!" she raised her tone, her father looked up at her furishing his eyebrows, taking a hint that it was a little to loud to be talking to an adult. "Sorry, i mean i cant mom, this is something im passionate about, I really wanna be a model and only the best can get in". "Well, maybe your not the best" her brother Ian laughed, finishing off his cubed steak. Natahlia lowered her head looking into her lap, that hurt. She thought to herself for a few seconds and pushed her food on the floor leaving the dinner table. She marched upstairs and went into her room slamming the door.
"Ian!" Natahlia's dad, said shockingly. "Room, NOW!" Ian sighed and got up leaving towards his room, "You too Eden & Isabell" Eden and Isabell followed behind Ian walking upstairs to their room. "Jake, i got it finish up down here will you?" her mom insisted drying off her hands after having it in dish water with her and jakes plates in it, later with Ian, Eden, Isabell and Natahlia's too. "Okay" he agreed.
Her mom walked up to natahlia's room aand took a deep breathe taking in the silence. Hearing muffled cries she twisted the door knob knocking the door open. "Baby" she pleaded sitting on Natahlia's bed and rubbing her back "Go Away" natahlia ordered leaving her face in the pillow.
"Natahlia, im sure he didnt mean it" she tried assuring her "I hate him, Ian i hate your guts" she shouted only picking up her face that once. "Dont say that, you love your brother and he loves you. Now listen to me, Siblings sometimes say and do things to make you mad and you just have to ignore them. When i was your age, your uncle sam put gum in my hair and i hit him in the face with my pillow" her mom explain making Natahlia giggle. She sat up and turned towards her mom. "See? thats the smile that I always wanna see on your face, now can you just consider finding a new profession?" her mom asked. "But, modeling is all i know" she was worried, about how she was gonna get into something else new that quickly. Natahlia wasnt the type to jump into something new every few minutes. That was the old her, if she was gonna find something else to be in her interest she needs to stick with it for the rest of her life. Because she doesnt wanna go back to the old her. "Dont worry sweet heart, you'll find something just be patient" her mom told her smiling. "Now you need to go wash up and get ready for school tomrrow" Natahlia nodded her head and gathered her pajamas soon being on her way to the bathroom, what could be better than modeling? she thought to herself as she ran the shower water.
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2 years later, Natahlia was 16 in the 10th grade (her birthday was March 9th btw) and sure enough she found her true calling. "Come on guys we have to get these copies out now" she demanded. Natahlia was the writer of the school news paper and everyone including the staff was pleased with what she had done for the school. Important commitees and people would award them for having high gpa's out of 5 schools they were #1. "Good morning RidgeWood High, this is your principal Mr.Samson today Natahlia Lockhart will be coming around passing out the daily newspaper and you are free to look through them, next for the day--" Principal Samson continued, usually people zone out after he says something about the school paper.
"Here you go" Natahlia handed papers out across her homeroom class. People started to mumble, good things too. Natahlia was proud of herself that she found a new calling, Journalism/Being a writer. She still thought about modeling every now and then but she had bigger aspirations now to focus on her journalism. She'd also took a liking upon science, hoping to be a scientist.
"Hey uh, Natahlia right? This is a good piece you did in the newspaper" Someone told her, she turned around to see a 6'4 male in front of her,
"Ohh, uh thanks. Whats your name?" she asked him picking up her books off of the desk and clinging it towards her chest
"Kylan" he smiled holding out his hand letting her shake it. "Nice name". "I dont really like it" he laughed making natahlia giggle too. "Would you like to ... i dont know go out for brunch or something today, we could work on Mr.spikes homework together" he said nervously with had both hands in his pocket. The bell rung, "Hey ill catch you later gotta go" she quickly left out the door. Kylan sighed and smiled "Shes gorgeous" he thought leaving out of the classroom.
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The Writer.
AdventureA confused, brilliant 14 year-old girl, struggles to find herself. But never, ever did she know that after going through so much, she would become so successful.
