Suit & Tie (int)

Chapter One

First chapter. I'm going to try to upload every day! It'll be tough and probably slink down to once a week, but whatever(: 😁Thank you for wasting your time on me!!

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"Welllllll it looks like another beautiful morning here in Carmel, California - here to wake you up with more gorgeous breezes and the warm heat if the sun. Be sure to look out for our annual conte-"

I slammed my hand on the 'off' button to my radio alarm before Little Miss Sunshine - her literal name - could finish blabbing about her radio contest. Some 'once in a lifetime' experience they hand out to a wannabe celebrity. Whatever.

Resting in my bed for a few seconds before I get up, my dream comes back in my head for a second. Only a fleeting image. A long corridor, everything dark but a distant light, shining ominously against a door..

I shake my head to get that image away. Don't like resting on scary shit like that.

I get dressed, run to the lower level of my beach-side cottage, and settle with a bowl of Lucky Charms in front of the 9am news - Channel 6.

I find it fascinating how people can get so worked up on what *other* people are doing in their own lives. We care more about what going on in someone else's life more than we do our own.

Like millions of girls are getting all hyped up over these new boy bands, and they've gotten pretty creepy! Finding their thumb prints, blood types.. Next it'll be their genetic code.

I just can't afford to waste my time on someone else.

"...coming in to town for a small meet-and-greet before leaving to kick-off their world tour, with a small girl-group opening for the ..." The droning on off the news buzzed in the back of my head. I couldn't pay attention.

Glancing at the clock, it read 8:45 - "shit I'm late.."

I've just gotten myself a booking for a photoshoot in upstate California, with our first shoot only 20 minutes away from my cottage - but it started 10 minutes ago.

"It doesn't start 'til the model gets there though, right? I *am* why they're there." I reason with myself, inside my head.

Still, I dart outside to my jeep, jump inside, and drive.

I live on my own part of my own beach - it truly is like something out of a movie. Endless stretches of sand meeting water, and in the middle of it all a cute cottage rests.

My parents bought it for my after my first appearance in VOGUE. Forget the fact that it was a 2x4 inch photo, and my face wasn't even shown...

High-class modeling.

*ding* my phone goes off, followed by fifty other messages.

"Oh so *now* people want to talk to me," I say to myself.

I pick up the phone and see a missed call from an unknown number. I decide to call back...

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