Worn

Chapter 3

As I was wondering down my street, I passed the teenager. He looked up as I stumbled past, and sneered as he saw the vunrable expression I had. He slowly got up and took a step forward, towards me. I immeadiatly stepped back, not wanting to have anything to do with him, he shoved my cheek to the side and pressed me uo to the car behind me. I tried to shove him away, placing my hands on his torso and pushing with all my strength. He just laughed, "Aw babe, dont do that to me.." and roughly smashed his lips on mine. I struggled and tried to move away from him. He shoved his hand on my back, as I pushed once again away from him and started to run away. My eyesight blurred with tears I ran as far away from the boy as I could.

I ended up turning down alleyway after alleyway, with no idea where I was going. I slowed down, now looking were I was. Oxford street. I had managed to run across the city! I started to walk down the busy high street, shoved by every direction, by business men talking into expensive mobiles and blutooth headsets, teenagers listening to music on beats, women rushing around with massive shopping bags. Even a group of chinese tourists taking pictures of Harrods, gave their fair share of pushes. I needed to get out of this mess of people, I thought. Suddenly I saw a shop ahead which looked emptyish. Dragging my bag and camera through the crowds I stumbled into the store. 

I found myself in a art exibition, it was mainly empty with only a few people chatting quietly in the corner. I started walking slowly around as I fiddled with my camera lense. If only I could take pictures as well as the profesionals I thought as I gazed onto a black and white profile of an old man grinning into the camera, his eyes twinkling and mouth stretched into a smile. I turned around the corner only to bump straight into a solid person, hot coffee soaked into my white tee. 

"Oh gosh I am so sorry, are you ok..." I heard a males voice as I quickly looked up my dark eyes meeting his bright blue ones. 

"Its ok.." I muttered attempting to move past him as he grabbed my shoulders and started apologising once again.

"Is there anything I can do?!" The man said again.

"No, no its fine promise" I glanced up at his face shoving a bright smile on my face. As I checked my camera for any damage, luckily it was fine I don't know what I would have done if it had been broken or damaged.

"Seriously, Whats your name...? Let me get you a new shirt or something?! Oh gosh is your camera ok?!" 

"Its Gabrielle, and no its ok! My camera's fine, don't worry!" I smiled awkwardly at him

"Gabrielle, I insist I can't leave you with a wet shirt, Its going see-through..." He whispered the last bit as I bushed bright red and tried my best to cover up where the coffee had splashed on me. 

The man started leading me away from the stunning artwork and took me through a door at the back of the gallery. We were met with a small back room stuffed to the rafters with costumes and other odds and ends from what seemed like a theatre. I must have looked at a loss to how all the things were in the back room of an art gallery because the man started talking.

"Um yeah this is the room where all the costumes go for photo shoots. The gallery isn't normally here its actually a photography center. We have bands, popstars, celebritys come here and have their promotional shoots done."

I looked around in awe, these kind of photo shoots was my dream job!

"So whats your job here?" I asked

"I am the manager actually"

"Oh wow"

"Sorry you don't actually know what my name is, I'm Alex Goodchild. I take it from your camera you are a fellow photographer?"

"Yeah I am actually, I only moved into the area today and I have no job here in London so I was actually looking for photography work!"

"Oh really? Well I would have to see your CV and portfolio of course but we have a shortage of staff at the moment because of the Sport Relief* promo shoots going on, but if you have a good eye for this then I would love to welcome you on to the team!"

"Are you serious?! Thats amazing" I quickly swung round my back pack and pulled out my notebook, which I carried everywhere with me. It contained all of my best work and my course work from school. Handing it over to him I put my back on and fiddled with my camera as he leafed through my pieces. 

"This is excellent..... Wow where is this one taken" He was pointing at a gorgeous photo that I took back in afaganistan, of two boys carrying rifles with one of the only markets that was still working in the background. It was stunning, all of the saris and food were in the back on stalls.

I smiled "Oh that was taken in Afganistan, unfortuantly the day after I took the photo the market was blown up, luckily no one died because it was on a friday, their holy day, no one is allowed to sell on that day"

"That is such an good story behind it, you know I think you will be able to transfer your skills well, obviously field work is completetly different to promo stuff but wow, I love your style!"

I grinned, proud of his praises. 

"You start on Monday."

*Sport relief is a charity in the UK which has celebs raise money for children in the UK and around the world who are in need of help. It is mainly an evening of comedy, games, music  that is broadcasted over the BBC to raise money, It raises 10s of millions every year :) 

I'm sorry I took so long to update! :( I have had so many promblems over the past year, It literally has taken me a year to pick this story back up. I have changed a lot I know but I hope you can go back over and read again. Thanks for sticking with me guys!

Have a lovely day!!!!!!!!!!