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Thx 4 reading duidz, that's Veronica btw
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The pounding music in the club, began to give me a headache. It's been 2 weeks since my Grandmother passed, and I still have found no meaning in my photos, myself, and my life. I'm beginning to think I have no hope.

"Need a drink?" I look up to see this gorgeous man, with breathe taking eyes. He sat upon the stool that was next to me. "Sure, I would love one." He looked at me, as confused as can be.

"I wasn't talking to you" He said so rudely. I look to his right and see a blonde girl biting her lips, looking as if she wanted more than a drink. Her eyes filled with desire and her mouth filled with thirst. A flavor she ought to have.

A flavor that I would never enjoy. A man. At this point, what's the damn point to living. I decided to call my best friend Veronica. "Hey V, can I come over in sweat pants and cry?" She began to laugh, and so did I. "Sure, I'll buy the ice cream, and set up Netflix."

I got up from the bar that I never even bought a drink for. I got in my car to drive to Veronica's house.
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"What the fvck, do you even know who I am!???" He shouts in my face, and I can feel the spit sprinkle all over me. "Actually I do, I did a photo shoot for you, about 3 months ago."

"I don't care, are you gonna fix my damn car, because it's not cheap." I looked at the damage. "I'm so sorry, Mr.Gilinsky." His face only filled with rage. "You are to call me by my first name Jack, understood!"

I nodded in understanding. "I don't know if I can pay for this damage." He got closer. "You take pictures right?" I nodded. "Let's make a deal." I bit my lip, hoping it wasn't something I couldn't handle.

"Okay", I said uncertainly. "If you be my personal photographer, I will spare you the repair money." I can't do this, I already have a tough job as it is. Then having to work, even more. But at the same time, I don't own 22 thousand dollars, to just be handing out.

"Fine, it's a deal." Somehow I knew, I knew this could be a good thing. I wouldn't have to pay a whole lot. But somehow I also knew, I would regret this.
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"Are you serious, shut up!" I rolled my eyes at Veronica. "Your working with a famous celebrity!" I smiled a little. "Is he hot?" I shoved her playfully. "Maybe a little, but we're only business starting Thursday."

"What kind of business?" She winked at me twice, and then I threw a pillow at her. "V, it's actually a bad thing." She began to get concern. "You know work is already hard, and now this!"

I went back to being the depressed Maddison I know. "At this point my life has no climax." Veronica half smiled as a response. "Trust me, everything will be okay." I smiled to satisfy Veronica, but inside I know I will always be broken.

"Can I stay the night?" Veronica smiled from ear to ear. "V, your scaring me." She grabbed a pillow, and I knew exactly what she was about to do. I grabbed a pillow too.

Let the games begin.
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"No way!" I look at the letter that was my in my mailbox at work. It was an invitation to the Manifique Ball. The only ball I know where celebrities gather around to talk about the latest fashion trends.

They also auction off high price clothing, jewelry, and other wearable pieces. I was a plus one invited by Jack Gilinsky. What the hell? My eyes lighten in shock, and I couldn't believe my eyes.

Why would he want me to come to something like that? He's a rich male model, and I'm just a non-inspired, low life, normal, and the list continues photographer.

In a fine print, his number was there. I debated whether I should call or just show up. "Mabel, you should be in there shooting!" I looked over at my boss who was full if rage. Shit, I missed 3 minutes of the shoot.

"Maddison!" He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "My name is Maddison!" He crossed his arms, "so." I immediately filled with rage. I walked away from my mailbox in the office.

I wasn't about to sit here, and act like nothing happen every damn day. "Everyday I come here and I get treated like shit! I am tired of rude clients, and you! You hired me, because you said I had potential. Not to grab lattes and to put up with your nonsense!"

He was about to say something, but I interrupted him. "I take pictures of stories, not sluts, I come here because I need the money not attitudes!" He took a small step back.

"So for your response to be, so, then you must have lost your damn mind. I quit!" I ran out of the office room, and went to the shoot and grabbed my camera off of the ledge.

My tears escaped, but I didn't care. I was done with this shitty world. I was done with this shitty job. I was done with taking shitty pictures. I am done.

Now, I just have to start over.

Before I left completely, I looked at the building that I thought was my ticket to my dreams. The wall full of pictures was the last thing I remembered before I opened those double doors, to find what I have been deprived of for so long. Myself.
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I know it's short, but aw well :p.
I'll try making them longer.

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Dats a wrap!!!