Tristan:
I have been sitting here all day, why do people enjoy this kind of thing? Honestly it's very stupid.
"Alright lets get this thing over with.." I say in a mean attitude, I want to just go home and forget all about this.
"Places everyone!" the head designer said to us while pointing at the curtain.
"Ugh!" I moan.
"Cheer up Tristan, now lets go amaze them." A boy comes up to me and says.
I start to go up to the curtain with my outfit on, I walk outside to see the crowd gasp. I walk down the path and turn and kiss a girl, her husband tried attacking me but I played it off, a little blood doesn't hurt anything now does it?
"Ha, back at you bud!" I say while walking, I trip and fall on the ground in front of a lady. She looks at me like I'm some toy, I look into her eyes and walk back into the dressing rooms.
"Tristan! What the hell was that?" says the director Will Drake watching me cut my face with a nearby knife.
"I'm done modeling. I think it's boring." I say back to Will Drake.
"What is wrong with you?" He says back to me.
"I'm leaving, bye." I say while walking out of the dressing rooms and going to the elevator. Screw all these people. I'm not their puppet.
I'm done with them.
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American Horror Story Fanfic
FanfictionThis is a fanfiction about American Horror Story. In this story you will see different points of views, some small backstory's, new characters and much more. Please put in the comments what to add next! Thank you.
