models.

04

Kara's POV:

"What are you wearing tomorrow ?" Brooke asked, biting into her burger.
I scrunched my nose at the smell. Tomorrow was the day, tomorrow we would finally apply for that goddamn modeling job.

"A black tank top and blue jeans, I guess. I'll take my black bikini with me if they want to see me in it. You ?" I answered.
"Probably the same as you."
I hummed in response and looked threw Instagram on my phone.

I typed '#model' in the search bar and scrolled threw the pics, seeing pictures of Kendall Jenner, Gigi Hadid, Hailey Baldwin, etc etc.
I didn't look like them. But then again, who does ?
Models do.
Maybe I shouldn't apply tomorrow.
I could just quit and tell Brooke I have a stomach ache or something.
I shouldn't. Maybe I'll get the job. It's worth a shot, isn't it ?

"Wanna get pizza ?" Brooke asked.
I shook my head no "I had a big lunch"
I lied, trying to not make my stomach grumble. I don't think starving my self down was a good or healthy idea but it was a great way to loose some weight and I would just do it this one time, I should be fine.

~~~~next morning~~~~~~~

"You got everything you need ?" Brooke asked me while standing at the door frame.
"I got my phone, keys, money,... Wait, I forgot my bikini" I ran back into my room and searched threw the cupboards, getting clothes all over our floor, until I found it and stuffed it into my bag.
"Ready" I yelled and got to our car.

"I'm nervous" I said getting the engine started.
"Don't be. Everything will be fine. We'll get the jobs" Brooke assured me and I sighed.

"There we are. It doesn't look as fancy as I thought it would" Brooke said as I parked our car in front of a big grey building. It wasn't impressing or anything, it just looked like a regular apartment block or something like that.
"Let's go in" I said, turned of the car, grabbed my bag and walked inside with my best friend next to me.
"How may I help you ?" A young red haired woman asked us as soon as we walked in.
"Um.. We are here for the modeling audition" I answered.
"Straight ahead and to the left"
"Thank you" we answered and she just gave us a short nod.

We walked into a big room with chairs gathered around. Girls were sitting on them, they all looked great and gave us quite the weird look as we walked in.
"I don't think I'll get this job" I mumbled more towards myself than towards Brooke.
"You got this. Be optimistic for once" she answered bumping her elbow into my rips in a desperate attempt to cheer me up. I sighed and made my way to a coach in a corner of the room. We waited for 15 minutes, but it felt like 15 hours to me.

"Stafford Brooke, Hanson Kara, please" our name and several others were called out by a man. We all stood up and followed him into a even bigger room with lots of Windows. The floor was wooden and almost every wall was made out of mirrors. At the end of the room were about six tables, standing in a row with a person seating at each one. They had notepads, pencils and critical looks on their faces.

"So girls, stand up in a row, please. We are starting with... Samantha Johnson." A tall, black haired girl, wearing black jeans and a white crop top, walked down the so called 'catwalk', stood in front of the jury, stuck her arm on her hip and walked back. Every single member of the jury were furiously writing stuff down on their notepads.
This kept going on and sometimes they would write down nothing or write so much that I was afraid their pencils would break. 

I was starting to dose off until I heard my best friends name being called.
"Brooke Stafford, please"
I tensed and looked over to her. She had a bright smile on her face as she started walking towards the jury, made a pose and wakes back swaying her hips from side to side. She looked great.
All of the jury members were writing down a lot of stuff and u didn't know if that was good or not.
Two other girls walked afterwards until my name was spoken.
"Last but not least, Kara Hanson, please" I think my heart stopped beating for a second until I regained my vision and swallowed down the clump that seemed to be helplessly stuck in my throat.
I put on a shaky, nervous smile and tried my best not to look like a complete idiot. Slowly I made my way to the middle of the room to walk down the catwalk. Putting one foot infringe of the other, walking with my back was straight as possible, I made my way down the catwalk until I stood in front of the desks. I put my hand on my hip, trying to copy Samantha Johnson and turned around to walk back and swaying my hips a little bit.

As soon as I stood back in my place a woman said "good, let's get the other girls in and in about half an hour we tell you if we want you in the next round. Bye, girls !"
We all said bye and walked out. "That was great !" Brooke cheered as soon as we walked out. "I almost shit my pants" I murmured in response. "Ew" Brooke answered and I started laughing. Sometimes I'm really thankful to have her, like right now she made me laugh but sometimes she can be sooooooo annoying. I still love her, tough.

"Hey Kara ! How did it go ?" I heard a familiar voice ask me as we entered the waiting room again. I turned around to see Lucky smiling at me.
"Hey, it was fine I guess. I just hope they didn't kick me out.." I answered.
"Of course not. I'm also done with my casting" he said.
"Really ? How did it go ?"
He grinned "really good. I got the job, if you get it too, we can work together" I smiled back at him.

"Oh and by the way, this is Brooke, my best friend." I said "Brooke, this is lucky" I added.
"Nice to meet you" they both said, greeting each other.
"I'm actually also here with my friend but I can't see him right now. I'll introduce you guys later."
He stayed to wait with us until the same man who called us out before came into the room.
"Ok guys, listen up. I got the results. The names that I'm going to read out now are the people who are going to get changed into their bikinis to do the bikini casting. If you win the bikini casting, you got the job. Understood ?" Everyone cheered in response.
"Alright, let's start" he said pulling out a crumpled up paper from his jeans pocket.
"In the next round are..."

Hey guys.
I hope you enjoyed and you can imagine Kara like the girl in the photo above but do whatever you want.
So have a nice weeeeekkkkkkk.
-Mina

NOT EDITED (sorry)