Let's Be Amazing

Chapter 5

I opened the mini refrigerator they had supplied me with. Not too bad but still much more than you normally would have in a hospital. I pulled out all the empty plastic drink bottles and put them into the trash can next to the refrigerator. I didn’t keep food in here unless it was recent leftovers, that were normally eaten the next day. Luckily, I currently had none. Just tons of drinks (non alcoholic of course). I checked the expiration dates on them all, shocked that only two had gone bad. I sorted the rest, leaving them in the refrigerator. The majority of my drinks were teas, what can I say, I love my teas. I'm such a typical Brit.... next up, my books and magazines. Most of which I plan on giving away due to the fact that I had bought a kindle. I bought the original kindle, so it was quite cheap. Which was good considering I wasn’t working. Before I had surgery, I worked at a fast food place after school and on weekends, but I resigned from that job once I found out about my surgery. Clearly, there was no way I could do my job while stuck in a hospital. I did have my modeling contract with Victoria’s Secret but there was no way I could do that while here. I guess I haven’t really explained how I got a modeling contract, it’s not a job anyone can get, especially at my age. I’m actually their youngest model. During the last months of year twelve at my high school, there was a contest on Instagram and some other major social media websites thrown by Victoria’s Secret. They were looking for an 18 to 34 year old to become their newest model. The qualifications were that you had to maintain a 3.0 GPA or higher, taller than 5’2”, weigh less than 300 pounds, and must send in a 3 minute video on why you should be the winner. Basically, I did it for fun with a group of friends at a sleepover as a dare. None of us expected to win. I did know during that time that I’d be going through my scoliosis surgery once this school year was over. So we did our videos at the sleepover and sent them all in the next morning. When their Instagram account announced that they had the top ten, I almost fainted when I saw my user-name and photo listed among nine beautiful girls. When I found out that I had made the top four, all of my social media accounts began to rack up some followers, also requiring me to set my Instagram on private and to create a public one. And when I found out that I won, I swear I almost fainted, cried, and laughed at the same time. They had me flown out during a small school break with my mum to California. My first trip ever to the US. There I did my first professional modeling photos for Pink and was taken under wing of Victoria’s Secret long time model, Amber Linger. A major model and a Victoria’s Secret Angel. Although she is older than me (a total of six years) we clicked right away and became instant best friends. I haven’t seen her in person since then. Okay, sidetracked again. I had a pile of books ready to be donated and I had thrown out the majority of my magazines, besides a couple of limited editions and the ones from this month. The garbage was overfilling by now. Next up, clothes and shoes. Which I had tons of. The closet I was supplied with was packed and I still had boxes littered all around the room full of even more clothes.

I flung open the doors to the closest and laughed a bit. Sneakers, boots, and all sorts of shoes came tumbling out. I turned the volume up a bit on my stereo and smiled. One Direction’s What Makes You Beautiful was playing. I sang along as I sat down and began to sort through my shoes that had fallen out. Broken flip flops, size too small shoes, muddy boots, overly scuffed up sneakers, and uncomfortable heels were among shoes that fit great and were in pretty good shape. There was a mountain of good shoes and an equally sized mountain of shoes to dontain. And then there was a small pile of shoes that were junk. I would have had them all in bags but I didn’t have any more bags to use. I sent out a quick call, requesting for some garbage bags and for someone to take out my infinite trash, going on ten already. Time to go through my fifteen or so boxes of clothes.

Three hours, forty songs, two more bags of garbage, eight more bags to donate, and five piles of clothes to be kept and sorted into boxes, I collapsed onto my bed. It was now 1:30. I had an hour until Jesy would get here and I still needed to get all this stuff out of here. And the only way I could do that is with some help. My family. I sent out a quick text to my parents asking for help packing. Luckily, they agreed and were in my room in under twenty minutes. They didn’t live too far from the hospital.

“Hey honey,” My mum hugged me. Then looked at all of the bags. “Did….is….that….your…”

“That pile over there is garbage, that one is donations, and the last one is what I’m keeping.” I laughed, gesturing to the three massive piles.

“At least you're keeping the smallest one.” My dad laughed. “Are you going to try to sell some of that stuff?” He asked, gesturing to the donation pile.

“Yah, about a quarter of it. I already gave some of the patients here some things.” I said smiling. I had given Kate some of my old t-shirts. One of which was a limited edition Little Mix shirt that they had all signed. She had practically tackled me with hugs.

“Alright. Do we have anything to throw out all that garbage?” He asked, looking a bit appalled at the sheer size of the pile.

“Yah...I had a lot. Luke will probably help you out, ask him if he could get an empty garbage bin. There’s tons of them somewhere in this hospital I’m sure of it.   

“Alright, have fun sorting and folding all those clothes.” He laughed then grabbed two of the massive bags that I’m pretty were explode.

“You sure you don’t want to help?” I asked, chuckling.

“I suck at folding and don’t know how to fold skirts, let alone dresses. So unless you want a pile of clothes all wrinkled and crumpled. No.” He laughed and waved goodbye.

“Alright, come back when you're done.” My mum laughed as he walked out. “What do you want out?” She asked.

“Everything but my dresses and shoes can be put away.” I told her as I began to fold all of my jeans.

“No problem.” She nodded and began to fold some long sleeve shirts.

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