BZZ! BZZ! BZZ! 'Okay I get it time for me get up!' I glanced at the clock 3:10am. I had allowed my self to one use of the snooze button. I went over to open the curtains - rain. I made my bed and put my slippers on. I drudged down stairs, poured myself a bowl of cereal. My sister Hollie walked in cheerfully, make up already done and hair already styled. I envied her perfectness. I had to catch a flight to Paris in an hour, Paris Fashion week had told mum that they would pay for all the travel expenses bu mum being mum insisted that she would pay do we ended up getting economy seats at ridiculously early hours!
"I could be asleep right now" I groaned stuffing my face with cheerios and getting milk in my hair. If you could see me now you would be rather surprised that I was a model. I am 16 and look like lana del rey. Once i got mistaken for her. But my name isn't lana it's Lola. I had devoured the cereal and slurped the milk I returned to my bedroom. I had already layed out my clothes. A pair of Diesel Skinny jeans, A baggy Supreme logo tee and a pair of maroon wedged sneaker, I got changed then went to wash my face and apply a small amount of make up, not too much because I knew that my pores would be clogged for the week because of all the make up for the runways. I picked up my Chanel bag ( a gift from Karl!) and walked downstairs feeling a little more awake. Where Hollie was once sat Was my mum a vision of bohemian prints.
"Morning poppet how is my supermodel daughter?" I blushed and went over to give her a kiss.
"I'm fine, just tired, when do we leave?" she giggled and the replied with two words - 30 minutes. I sighed got out my iPad and started to watch an episode of Seinfeld. Just as it finished a car horn sounded and we walked single file out the door. What a site we must have been to the taxi driver, there was Hollie prim and proper, mum eco and enchanted and me, tired and thirsty. We all slept in the taxi when we got out mum tipped the taxi driver double because it wasn't a bumpy ride. We checked in and Hollie got stopped several times by the paparazzi for being mistaken for Paris Hilton who was due on a later flight.
The plane journey was boring. I watched Gangster Squad and melted over Ryan Gosling! We arrived in Paris at 8:00am holli wanted to go out and so did mum. They had never been to Paris before but I had on numerous runways and photo shoots. I told them to go and that I would be sleeping. I slept for what felt like for ever but in reality was only 3 hours. Mum and Hollie hadn't returned so I ordered room service. The pizza was delivered by a good looking Frenchman. I smiled and delved into the delicious pizza. Another gorgeous man appeared at my door with an envelope from VB I was puzzled but opened it. It was from Victoria Beckham. She wanted me to walk in her runway show that night. I screamed and called Hollie. No answer! But her voicemail had been changed to her speaking perfect French I could barely translate it but I believe it said: I'm in Paris bitch, call again later! I fell asleep again clutching the letter when I awoke I saw the letter on the side of my bed and Hollie and mum sitting around reading magazines. Hollie was the first to speak.
"oh my god you are walking for Victoria beckham, you lucky bitch!"
The thought crossed my head again. I was so excited!
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So this is my first chapter Brooklyn Beckham will appear in the second or third please tell me what you think!
