Chapter 1
I wake up extremely early on Monday morning. I always wake up early though. I don’t know why. It’s not like I go to bed really early or anything. If anything I go to bed way to late but every morning I wake up at around 5:30. Today I am a bundle of nerves. I can’t stop my heart from pounding.
I’ve lived alone for about two years now. I was seventeen and a half when my mum died. She left me everything. The flat, the money, all of her belongings. It all technically belonged to me now. After she died the lawyers considered forcing me to go live with my dad but I ended up not having to luckily.
The lawyers decided that I was alright to live on my own because I had a job and I was already in college. I left college and moved back into our flat and got a job waitressing.
I know that my mum would not have liked that I quit college but I’ve never really been a fan of school and not just in the way that most kids are where they don’t like school work. I really just never cared about trying in school. That and my lack of ability to relate to my peers really set me back in school quiet a bit.
I’ve never related to people my age, I don’t know what it is about me but I’ve never had any friends my age. My mum always told me I was an ‘old soul’ or ‘mature’ but most people who I went to school with just interpreted my dislike as me being either a snob or a loner. A lot of girls were interested in me at school when they first found out who my parents were, but after a while they realized how boring I was and ignored me like everyone else at school. Being the daughter of a famous sappy author and famous makeup artist makes people think your special.
I wonder what they would think if they saw me now. I’m going to be working for One Direction. Me. Evangeline Rae Turner the girl who has horrible luck, no real friends, lives alone and has never had a real job let alone been a real makeup artist. I am going to work for fucking One Direction. It feels unreal. It is unreal. People don’t just walk into their first ever interview and walk out with a job working for a popular boy band. It doesn’t happen. Especially not to me. I’ve spent the whole weekend perfecting my makeup skills but I still don’t feel ready. I don’t think anyone could ever really ever be ready for this kind of job.
I make breakfast for myself. I’ve always liked baking and find it very therapeutic. My mum couldn’t bake at all so I did all of the cooking in our house once I reached ten years old. I make a batch of raspberry chocolate scones. However today I don’t eat much. I’m too nervous so instead I just have some tea and pack away the scones for another day.
I dress in dark denim shorts with shear black tights underneath and add a leather belt and match it with an orange pullover jumper and finally my converse that I wear everywhere. My shopping consists to mainly thrift shops seeing as I’m on a semi-tight budget. Despite the fact that my mum was pretty wealthy I don’t really feel comfortable spending her hard earned money on my clothes.
Two of my tattoo’s are visible. I’ve got one on my left pointer finger that says Hope after my mum, one on the outside of my right hand which is a silhouette of four small blackbirds and then another on the inside my wrist that is the infinity symbol. Most people don’t get to see my wrists though under the bracelets I wear. I don’t plan on getting any more tattoos and both are pretty small, but they mean a lot to me. I adjust the bracelets on my arms making sure everything is covered.
I look at my reflection in the mirror inspecting every single aspect of my face trying to make sure everything is perfect. I’ve spent about an hour just getting ready. My makeup is as flawless as it’s ever been or is ever going to be. It has to be perfect though. Makeup is my job now and I have to make an impression.
