Until The End

Wear That Smile Good

Shay's POV

My application to the modelling agency was sent. I closed my laptop's lid.

"Can't turn back now honey. I think you've done well." My mom patted me on the shoulder before exiting the living room with her coffee.

I don't know if I've done well though, that's the thing. Maybe I'm just not cut out for this.

But, at the same time, maybe I am. I hope I am.

"They'll accept you, definitely." Alison smiled at me.

I smiled back briefly. "I guess."

"Is Ashley doing better?"

I sighed. Why does she want to know about Ashley? Why does she care? "I don't know, I've not talked to her."

"She seemed, a bit, off, the last time we had an encounter." She shrugged, looking around the room.

I took my white mug of coffee from the table and took a sip. "A bit off?" I scrunched my eyebrows. "Ali, she was really upset and angry. Not just a bit off."

"Whatever. I tried to help he-"

"No, you didn't try to help, Ali." I interrupted. "You just made it worse. Is telling her she's not good enough really helping? You tell me. If you think so, then maybe you need to wake up. "

Alison sat up, rolling her eyes. "Shay, sometimes, it has to get really ugly before it can get pretty."

20 minutes later.

Troian was back! After discussing how the tour went over coffee, I went back home and pretty much collapsed on my bed. Why you ask?

Hearing her talk about all the success she saw herself getting, it made me feel like, well, maybe I'm not smart enough to start college or a modelling agency before senior year.
I got rejected from all six colleges I could possibly attend. They weren't even that good colleges. I don't want to risk applying for a higher college, that's just taking the piss.

In other news, I guess I was happy for Troian. Her dream since she was a little girl was to be successful, and in a good college/university by the age of 18. Maybe New York isn't the right place but the uni definitely is. So, Troian's basically already accomplished her life goals and where am I? Lying on my face in bed, feeling sorry for myself.

I sighed. We only have like a week left until summer break is over. So, I need to decide if I'm going back to school. Sure, I know I should've sorted this out before but at the time, I decided to go with my gut instinct, and that was that I would get in a good college or even have a good job. But I don't. Please don't tell me I'm going to be one of those teenagers who stay at home unemployed.

I guess I'm going back to school.

Anyway, back to Troian. When I was talking to her earlier...I don't know...she seemed...not herself. Maybe something was bothering her.

Bring, Bring, Bring! The phone rang, and my eyes caught it immediately. Bring, Bring, Bring! Quickly, I ran across my room over to the phone, picking it up and putting it to my ear after answering it.

"Hello?" I spoke into the phone with no clue as to who it was.

A high pitched voice replied back, I think it was a woman. "Hello. Is Shay Mitchell there?"

"Speaking..." My eyebrows scrunched. Who on earth was calling me?

"Oh. Hello. This is Emma from ModelChic."

My eyes widened. ModelChic was the modelling agency I had just applied to. A simple "Mhm." Was my reply.

She cleared her throat. "We've just seen your e-mail, and are proud to tell you that we may be able to offer you a place here."

"That's great!" I squealed. "So, is it like day to day or-"

"We can't promise you anything, but personally I think you have potential. You could really be something, Shay," She interrupted.

I blushed. "Thank you!"

"So, we should call you back between 3-5pm tomorrow afternoon for the results!"

"Okay, thank you so much!"

"That's no problem, have a nice day!" She cheered.

"Bye."

"Bye!"

The call ended.

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Sorry this was so bad lmao

-amyxoxo