Complicated

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Hi, I'm Annabelle Percy. If there's one thing you should know about me, its that I'm not a people person. That sounds cliché and common amongst most books, but I can't shake the fact of how miserable this existence is. It's completely and utterly useless in my eyes.

You may be thinking, why do you keep living if you hate it so much? Truthfully, I've tried to leave many times, but no one knows that. Not even my best friend, Nancy Jones.

Nancy has been there for me for as long as I can remember. She's my favourite person. She even got me and her brother Kane together; Kane is sweet but only does the bare minimum.

As much as I hate my existence, I can't help but want more out of life. I want adventure and passion, not the same thing different day, like how it is now.

This will probably sound cringey, as literally every 18 year old girl finds their self in this state of mind, but there's this guy, an A list celebrity, and the lead singer of a band called Sketch. Deep down, I feel like he and I are soulmates.

Perhaps so in a parallel universe, even though he has no idea of my existence, I know theres something between us. I just know it.

I will never expect someone to love me, I learnt that the hard way with Cheryl, my mother. She's abusive, mentally and physically, she's a drunk and a user. She made me feel worthless since the second I knew how to talk.

All I want out of this life is to make myself known, i wish to walk for Victoria's Secret one day. Though I know that would be tough considering its such a criticising industry. I know I'm pretty, and I'm 5'8 so in heels I'll be the perfect height. I just don't know where to start, and I'm too insecure to even try out, of nerves of being rejected.

Life's...Complicated.

Present day: Annabelle's Pov.

I cant believe its been 5 months since we finished college. I never thought I'd be able to make it this far in life. Now I'm on the next chapter of my life, and I could either go to university or lounge around on a couch all day long feeling sorry for myself. However, my dream profession doesn't require a PhD, so it looks like the couch will be just fine for a while.

Recently I've been going through a ton of websites and signing up to tons of agencies. All my applications went through, and I got accepted for all of them, but one in particular stood out the most, "Valentine".

Valentine is commonly known as the reason for most models making it so far. I felt incredibly lucky to get accepted with just a simple uploaded photo. They got back almost instantly too, so they must've needed models.

As soon as I was accepted, they wasted no time in sending me a gig, a gig for a magazine cover of 'up rising stars!', of course this was music to my ears but it feels as though I don't deserve such treatment.

The description of the gig stated that I could bring a friend, and this is my first gig so of course I'd bring one. I'm thinking Nancy. Id love to bring Kane, but he'd probably get pissed if I have to wear a bikini or something like that.

I take out my phone to text Nancy.
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Nance<3

me
Hey. How are you this morning? I'm
going to apply for some gigs, would
love for you to come with.

Nance<3
Morning Ann. I'm good, hope your
alright too. I'd love to come! See u
soon :)

Me
Alright, see you soon.
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