Diving Direction

Chapter 1- Todays Gonna Be A Lucky Day

Chapter 1- Today’s gonna be a lucky day

*Eloise’s POV*

BEEP 'You’ll never love yourself half as much as I love you...' BEEP

Yep that’s my alarm in the morning. What can I say, waking up to Niall Horan's voice to wake you up is great! Not that I have an obsession or anything...!  Any ways best get up for another day, another day as a stylist, great!  Not that I don’t love it, it just gets boring sometimes, like college and work euurrrggg! I stretched my arms and looked around my room at all my One Direction posters; well at least I'm not as bad as Imogen my bezza who stays in this flat with me. Her room, well, all her walls are covered in Tom Daley and a couple One Direction posters. I know what you’re thinking, 2 sad lonely fan girls can’t do anything better in life and end up as a stylist and a beautician! But no were not! Well they are our jobs and we are fan girls yes, but not forever. We will be famous and have lots of money so we won’t need to work. And how you may ask? Well after entering 13 competitions to meet One Direction and not winning 12 of them I know this will be the lucky 13th. Any day now the tickets will come through the door from the radio saying we have won.  I got dressed into my uniform for work, brush my straight ginger hair and left it down. I applied my normal make up, foundation, mascara lippy etc just natural. I slowly walked into the kitchen where Imogen was sat. “Hey you’re finally up!” Imogen said. “Yeah, you know what I'm like in the mornings” I replied. “Boy do I know what you’re like in the mornings!” She said back. “Yeah well I'm not a morning person” I said in defence. I got breakfast, cerios and apple juice, the usual. “What times the post coming?” I asked.”You ask that everyday” she replied. “I know I know, but it just feels like today’s gonna be my lucky day.” I said back. “If that’s how gingers role I'm cool with that” she said. “Okay that’s cute” I said. The sound of the letterbox made me and Imogen jump. We looked at each other for a few seconds then we both ran towards the door, knocking everything out the way making a very loud noise, our neighbours won’t be too impressed especially Deirdre Small who lives next door, who’s very old and often complains about us. We reached the letter box and we both stopped. At the top of the pile we see a gold envelope from the radio. We both looked at each other. I slowly bent down and started to open it very carefully...