Blade (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 24 part 1- Santana's POV

Chapter 24 part 1- Santana's POV

Mrs. Griffin is all smiles when she mets me at the airport. She hugs me patting my back gently and then kisses Dad on the lips. I try my hardest to keep a straight face.

"Are you excited Santana?" She asks. "I know this was last minute but it's France then barcelona. I'm sure it's alright."

I nod and begin to walk behind them towards check in. "This is gonna be so much fun." She promises. "and since your test shots went so well..." I drown her out and try not to remember what it was like to do test shots. I haven't seen the pictures yet, but She has. From what she tells me everything went well.

It was a different story from my point of view though. It was three hours just for make-up and hair and Dressing. The photographer told me how to pose, which I sucked at. I was constantly being fixed, it felt forced, even though Mrs. Griffin Told me to relax and let it come natural.

I told Dad this would be a bad idea. It was hard for me to even just stand and smile in front of a Camera. I shouldn't have agreed this. Plus, Mrs. Griffin was constantly bitching about my weight. A couple of weeks after this diet bullshit and I've only lost two pounds. Fuck me. Even Dad had started to cry about it, something about how I was going to ruin this for us. I had rolled my eyes and zoned out, not wanting to hear what he was saying. I am not fat, but I'm not necessarily one of the stick figures Margaret calls 'models' either. Truthfully, I don't want to be. They look sickly. Like someone out of 'The walking dead.'

We board the an hour or so later. First class, I could help but grin to myself. Everyone dreams about siting in one of these seats. They were more comfortable that the coach seats, and they went all the way back. I stole Dad's seat by the window and lifted up the film to look out. He sat across from me with Mrs. Griffin leaving the seat beside me empty.

They were to wrapped up in eachother to notice.

"So what's the plan?" I ask, causing their attention to quickly drift back to me.

Mrs. Griffin didnt seem bothered by this though. Funny, I've noticed how much patience she has with me verses how much patience she had with Lillian. What a huge difference. Isn't it bad to treat strangers better than family? I guess she's never heard of that quote. I could fuck up ten thousand times and she would still keep an calm layer and a huge smile, Lillian comes down for dinner and the world shakes with her fury.

"Well, we'll be stopping in France first. I'll get you all dolled up and take you to a fashion show, so you could see how everything works. Then we could go shopping if you want. France is a great place to shop." she smiles with childish eagerness.

"I don't have any money to afford France!" I cringe and look at Dad for help, but the bastard only shrugs his shoulders at me.

"Oh, phish posh! Don't worry. I have it covered. Money won't be an issue." I nod slightly. I'm a bit uncomfortable at the thought of just carelessly spending money, especially when Dad and I never had much of it. He however seems totally fine without a worry, sipping on Champaign and what not like he's some one special.

"Doesn't Lillian like shopping?" I ask as gently as I can. Lillian always seem to bring her out of a mood.

She rolls her eyes, but, thankfully, doesn't stop smiling. "Lillian doesn't like anything as far as I'm concerned."

I smile because I know that's not true. I hadn't gotten much of a chance to badger her about her likes and dislikes yet, but I bet I can take some guesses.

"How is she?" I desperately want to know. "Even if she doesn't like shopping and make up and all that stuff. I know she was taken out of school. How come she isn't here? France, .....Paris...is a beautiful place. The city of love or whatever. I'm sure she'd at least enjoy the scenery..."