Hired by Horan

Chapter 1

"mhmmmomhh" I moaned as I literally rolled myself out of bed and threw a pillow at my alarm clock, which turned out to be my mom, whoops. Perhaps staying up until 4 in the morning playing FIFA was not the best choice, then it hit me, wait, IT'S SUMMER!!

"Why did you wake me up?? it's summer, I don't believe the clock has struck 2 yet." I said to my mother now extremely mad she woke me up at the early hour of 10 for no reason. It's only the first week of summer, she can't be upset about me sleeping in and staying in my pajamas all day while she goes to work yet, can she?

"I already told you yesterday, don't play dumb with me." She replied.

Oh crap, is it too late to runaway or lock myself in the bathroom and never come out? I knew I shouldn't have gone into the kitchen when she was there, but I was so hungry. I was so close to avoiding her long enough not to have to go, but I just had to get another burrito. Well I can't go back in time and continue to avoid her, but I can try and get out of this by thinking of an escape plan.

Just when I was planning my escape my mom ruined everything, "And don't think I don't know you're planning on running away, I have your step-father and brother blocking the doors."

"WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU??" I yelled.

Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, "Oh and I layed your outfit out for you on your desk." my mom chirped.

I quickly spun around and saw a dress and pair of 3 inch heels. "NO WAY IN THE WORLD ARE YOU GOING TO GET ME TO PUT THAT ON!!" She may have forced me into going to a modeling audition by threatening to cancel the Wifi and take away my X-box and snacks, but no freaking way am I going to wear a dress and heels. NOT HAPPENING!!

much to my relief my mom replied "fine, you don't have to wear that, I had a feeling you would revolt against it... Just no T-shirts or Vans." Instantly the feeling of having to puke went away.

*30 Minutes later*

"Katie!!! Get off the couch and turn off the Wii, we are leaving now." my mom yelled from the door.

"One second" I said with a mouth full of cookie.

"OH MY GOD YOU'RE WEARING THAT?! I SAID NO SNEAKERS OR T-SHIRTS!!" My mom yelled, a look of disgust clear on her face.

"First of all you said no 'Vans,' hence the converse. Second, this isn't a T-shirt its a thick sleeved tank top, there's a difference. Third, you are forcing me to go to this dumb thing, but I am going to be myself and not pretend to be a Barbie. If they want me in their commercial they will have to accept me in my Beatles tank top and Converse."

"The whole point of this was for you to be girly." My mom protested.

"Well, the only way that will happen is if the other girls in the waiting room's fake personalities and features rub off on me. Isn't it bad enough you are forcing me to wear make-up?" I asked.

"I barely count eyeliner and foundation as 'make-up' it's like the minimum amount you can have."

"correction, the minimum amount would be none, which I would much prefer. Can't I just stay home and avoid the glares of those fake girls and enjoy my food and video games?? PPLLLEEEEAAASSSEEE?????"

"No, we are going, in fact we're late because of this, lets go." I opened my mouth to protest more, but as I was about to talk, my mom snapped "END OF DISCUSSION!!"

I took out my iPhone and played "It's the end of the world" by R.E.M. on replay for the entire car ride and waiting time.

AUTHORS NOTE:

I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST MODELS AND DON'T TAKE OFFENSE TO THE 'FAKE' STUFF ITS JUST THE CHARACTERS POINT OF VIEW SINCE SHE IS SUCH A TOMBOY!! DON'T HATE ME FOR THAT PLEASE HAH AND DON'T WORRY DIRECTIONERS, NIALL WILL BE COMING INTO THE STORY SOON!! :)