Supermodel (Justin Bieber).

Three.

I stand there, my two small bags packed, and my blanket in my arms. I stand by the door, waiting for the taxi, and waiting for my dad to notice me leaving. He sits there, staring at the t.v, not even realizing my existence. I clear my throat, in hopes for his attention. Nothing. 

"Daddy", I whisper. He continues. 

"Dad!", I say, getting his attention. He smiles at me. "I'm leaving", I say. 

He gets up, and walks towards me. He strokes my hair behind my ear and smiles down at me. "Bye". He says nothing else. I frown. 

"I wont be back", I say. He just nods, accepting it. 

Of course he does.

I hear the taxi honk. I clench my jaw. "Dad". I say, shaking. He looks at me with awe. Does he actually love me? He grabs my hand and squeezes it. I smile at him, in which I haven't done in years. 

His voice is soft, "Don't come back". 

I feel my head spinning once again. I feel the tears coming, and I feel my hands shake. My dad walks back over to the couch, and continues to live his sad life. I hold in my feelings and slam the door behind me. 

It's about time I get out of this hellhole. 

I ignore the driver and put my things with me in the backseat, holding on to my small belongings. 

 "You must be Alexandria", the driver says while getting in the car. I nod, and say my hellos. As he starts to drive away, I turn and watch me get farther and farther away from my little house. I watch my life change completely, and I watch my old life die. I smile. 

"So where are you headin?", the driver asks. I wipe off tears, "The airport". The driver nods, "And after that?". I smile as I say the words, "Los Angeles". 

"Do you have money?", the driver asks, "I know a way you can pay me".

I fill with rage, "Excuse me?". The driver shrugs his shoulders, "Well you're a sexy girl". I roll my eyes. 

I hate this world. 

I turn my back to the driver and stare out the window, praying for this ride to be over soon.

~hours later~

I carry my bags through the tight isles and hold my breath. Iv'e never been on a plane before, or ever left my small town in Oregon. I make eye contact with a man sitting in his seat, he smiles at me, and lusts at my body. I take a big breath in and ignore him, along with the rest of the people on this small plane.

I find my seat and sit down, buckling my seatbelt. I smile out the tiny window next to me, with a bit of nervousness inside of me. I squeeze my thighs together, closing my eyes, and griping the edge of my seat as the plane takes off. I look around and watch as other people aren't even phased by it. 

When the plane finally reached midair, I got my ipod out. I turned to the lady sitting next to me, reading something on her ipad. 

"Excuse me", I say with my nicest voice. The lady turns her eyes but not her head. I sit there awkwardly waiting for a response. The lady sighs aloud, "Yes?". 

I smile at her with my lips closed, "Do you have headphones I can use?". The lady purses her lips, and nods. I say thank you and listen to my music. 

I feel my eyes drifting. 

"Please fasten your seatbelt as we prepare for landing"

I awake to the sound, and look out the window. We are now in Los Angeles. I smile big, I'm here! I tighten my seatbelt and put my things away. I turn to the lady next to me, "Here are your headphones ma'am, thank you again", I say. 

"Keep them", she says. I refuse, but then take them. 

This is it. I'm living the dream. 

After waiting for so long to get off of the plane, I find a man in a suit holding a sign that says my name. I smile at the man. 

"Good day Ms. Alexandria", the man says.  I blush. The man takes my things and walks me out to a fancy black car. He opens the door for me and puts my belongings in the trunk. I roll down the window as we drive through the streets of Los Angeles. I can't believe it, I'm here. 

The car stopped at a huge house, with gates surrounding it. The guy in the suit opens the door for me and leads me to the house, carrying my bags. He opens the house door for me, "Mr. Braun is down the hall to the right". 

"Oh. Thank you so much", I say, walking through the giant house. I scan everything. Everything is so clean. So beautiful. I love it. I find a door at the end of the hallway that says, "Braun". 

I feel myself get nervous, yet excited at the same time. I knock.

"Come in", a voice yells back. 

I slowly open the door and see the man I saw just a couple of days ago sitting behind a huge desk wearing a suit. I smile big.

"Alex!", Scooter says while hugging me. He releases the hug and keeps his arms on my shoulders, I feel his soft grip. "I am so glad you could come!".

I smile big, "Thanks to you". Scooter laughs, "How are you?". 

"Tired". 

"I bet! Take a seat would you", he says while pointing me to his desk. I sit down in the leather chair facing his desk. I draw my fingers across the chair, feeling the expensive material. "I have 3 people coming tomorrow to meet with you", Scooter says. Wow, already? 

"Three?". Scooter nods, "I'm quick". I nod back, blushing. As Scooter starts to talk to me about the three different people, I look around the room. I see records and huge awards plastered on the walls. I read, "Usher", "Carly Rae Jepson", "Tori Kelly", and "Justin Bieber" on all of the plaques. I feel myself get excited, this guy is legit. 

"Alex?"

I turn, "Sorry, yes?"

Scooter smiles at me, and continues talking. I frown and interrupt him, "How long have been doing this modeling stuff?", I ask. Scooter raises his eyebrows, "Never". 

"Sorry?", I say. He laughs, "I am a talent manager, specifically for pop artists". 

"I can't sing". I say, with a fierce tone. "No, no. I simply wanted to get into the modeling business since it is bombing right now. I was in Oregon this weekend looking for girls, and I found you", Scooter says. I blush, and nod. 

He laughs, "Not trying to sound cocky at all, but you don't know who I am?". I shrug my shoulders, "No, I don't". 

"Justin Bieber?"

I nod, "I know who he is". I clear my throat, "I don't care though". Scooter laughs, "Well it's my business". 

"Oh, cool", I say awkwardly. Why did I say that? Cool? Wow Alex.

Scooter stands up adjusting the buttons on his blazer, "Thank you for coming. Now, to get you situated-" he walks around his desk, "You will be staying at the Hotel Bel-air". He reaches in his pocket and holds out a debit card, "This is yours. This should cover your stay, so spend wisely. There is a balance of 5,000". 

5,000! Holy shit!  

I clear my throat, "Wow, thank you so much". Scooter nods, and lets the guy in the black suit drive me to my hotel. Once again, I stare out the window, letting this all sink in. This is crazy. 

This must be a dream.