Model

Chapter One

Newbie

My palms were sweaty. In my head, I saw beautiful girls glaring at me. All I could think was that I was not as beautiful as them. But if that was true, I wouldn't have this amazing job. So I took a deep breath.

"Uh, Hi, is anyone using this mirror," I asked a girl with perfect teeth and long eyelashes.

"Nope, it's yours if you want it, I'm just a little messy, that's all," she explained, brushing some make-up away and snatching a mascara bottle.

I smiled. "Thanks, uh..."

"Tia Blue," she finished.

"Ashley Whits,"

She looked me up and down. "How old are you?"

"Uh, 17,"

"Oh my god," she exclaimed, dropping the mascara bottle.

I smiled and sat down. The lights from the mirrors shone in my eyes. Tia was different to most of the girls I'd ever met, but I just wanted to be friendly.

"We have to be in the main room in 10 minutes," Tia told me, packing up her make-up bag. She looked me up and down again, "wear something nice if you want to make an impression."

After applying a little make-up, I packed up my bag and left it at my mirror. Wear something nice? I stared down at my clothes. Tight fitting red jeans, a black singlet top, a jacket and boots. Should I change? I decide no. I look fine. But will the other ones look better?

I walk out of the room, nervous as hell. My palms got all sweaty again, and any comfort I had disappeared. What would they say? What would they make me do?

I take a breath in and walk into the main room. A thousand eyes glare at me an I feel intimidated already. Girls that once sat chatting and gossiping now look me up and down. Boys (who I should probably classify as men) just stare and whisper, muscles showing through singlets.

I just stand there, not knowing what I'm meant to be doing. Maybe they'd prefer if I stood a certain way? Or if I batted my eyelashes? I had so many questions...

"Everyone, can I have your attention," A lady at the other end of the room called out to the others.

And I guess, me too.

"As you all seem to have noticed, we have a beautiful young newbie starting today,"

Oh come on, I'm haven't transferred between primary schools, I'm a beautiful young NEW model. I thought, fighting back the urge to say it.

"Everyone, this is Ashley Whits,"

They all turned back to me, staring once again, but this time with more curiosity in their eyes, like I was an animal at the zoo licking my but or something.

Then I realized what I was doing. Letting my temper go, one of the things I promised myself to control before I walked into this building.

I took a deep breath. "Hi," was all I managed.

Some smiled (mostly the boys) but most of the other girls scowled with, was it jealousy?

"Now that Ashley is officially part of the agency, I expect you all to make her feel welcome, teach her the rules, make sure she feels okay. Ashley, if you wouldn't mind please see me after the meeting."

"No problem," I said, smiling.

There were a few other reminders and I found out that our first practice shoot was at 1. That gives me time to get to know the place. Well, as much as I am able.

The meeting concluded and a large group of girls stood up in sync and strutted out of the room, brushing my shoulders. I was about to follow when I heard the voice of a boy calling me over.

"Hey! Ashley!"

I blushed as I heard his voice. Boys were not foreign to me, but these ones were so different. In almost every way. In a good way.

I walked over, trying to not blab like an idiot. "Hi, I'm Ashley Whits,"

"I know," he said. He had dark brown eyes, black hair and olive skin. "How old are you?"

I sighed. Why did everyone have to ask me? "17," I said casually. "Does age matter around here?"

"No, just a question," he said. "I'm actually 18 so, yeah,"

I felt like an idiot. "Sorry, I'm not usually like this," I told him.

"Hey it's okay, I'm surprised you didn't slap me and call me a meat head and strut out the door." He told me as he looked around, as if scared of offending someone.

"I would never," I promised, my head screaming at me to say more.

"Fletcher York," he finally said.

"Well, Fletcher, I better get going, you know, meet the boss, bye," I smiled turning and walking off.

"And Ashley," he called.

I spun around.

"Be careful,"

"I'll try!" I laughed and exited the room.

I had my friend. And he was a hot model guy.

As I walk down the hall, I wonder why I'm acting like I'm thirteen. Then I realize that I may as well be here.

-So this is a new story that I hope you are enjoying. Why did I put up a new story? Because a good friend @grimm_ made me realize that if I don't update, no one will read, vote and comment.

You are probably thinking "Duh" but I am a busy person and I'm new at this and a little clueless!

So vote comment and read PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! And in return, I PROMISE I will update more!

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