Most Beautiful

Chapter 2: the meet up.

• our winner this year. Paris Jackson from Toronto, Ontario.

(Paris contact us as soon as possible! We need to meet you!)•

This couldn't be happening.

It wasn't.

Maybe they have the wrong Paris?

This sort of thing doesn't happen to girls like me. Does it?

I was breathing very hard.

The only thing I could even think about doing was calling them.

I always stalked there page on Instagram and I remember seeing there phone number on one of there pictures.

"Bingo!" I clicked a picture that said "info".

I read the number and dialled it on my phone.

It rang and I was trying to settle down.

" Hello, beautiful awards? how may we assist you today?" A nice lady asked.

"Yes, I'm Paris Jackson."

"When is you're birthday and what's your favourite colour?" Her voice got stern.

"January 12, and blue jay blue." I quickly replied.

"Hi Paris, congratulations." She chuckled.

"Thank you" I laughed.

"So Paris we have to meet up some time? my name is mrs. Dursley by the way"

"Well, mrs. Dursley... it is Thursday today and Friday tomorrow. The modelling usually starts Saturday so how about we meet tonight, and if we need to tomorrow night?" I asked trying not to sound to eager.

"Perfect. Do you know where the studio is?"

"Yes indeed" I chuckled.

"Okay. See you tonight around 5 lets say?"

"Okay I'll be there!" she hung up and I just smiled.

"I just got a job!" I stepped out of my car. " Paris Jackson just got a job!" I yelled across the parking lot.

I received weird looks from people so I sat back down in my car. I started it and drove away.

I picked up my iPhone. " Call mom"

"Would you like to call mom?" Siri asked.

"Yes"

"Calling mom mobile" Siri replied.

"Hi honey!" my mom answered.

"Hi mom " I chuckled.

"How was your day?"

"Great" I smiled.

"Listen I have some bad news."

"What is it?"

"My.. work up here has been postponed until next month"

"What?" I sobbed. " But? it hasn't been like that since I was in the 7th grade"

"I know and now... you can take care of yourself. If you run out of food the cookie jar is filled with cash." She replied. " I'm so sorry Paris."

"I have good news to put on the bad" I said very slowly.

"What is it" she said with no emotion.

"I won the most beautiful award!"

"Oh my fricken god paris? are you joking with me?"

"No... I won. The page on Instagram proves it!" we both squealed.

"That's great hun!"

"Listen, I gotta go cause I'm driving on the highway"

"Okay Paris. Bye! love you"

"Love you too!" I hung up and continued to drive.

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I pulled into the driveway and parked my car. I got out pulling my bags out with me.

When I opened the door I quickly stepped inside and shut it again.

I walked over to the kitchen and put my stuff down.

By now it was 3:30 and I had and hour and a half to improve my looks.

I ran upstairs clutching my iPhone in my tight hand. I got to the bathroom and looked at myself.

I put on some cover up that had sweated off during gym class.

Next I put on powder so I wasn't shiny again. I curled my eyelashes to perfection and added some pink lipstick.

I curled my hair so it didn't loose it's curls.

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" Woah! it's 4:45?" I ran downstairs and out the door with my coat.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

The studio was only a few streets away and I was almost there.

...

And I'm here! I got out of my car nearly falling while running to the door.

"Hello" I asked. I peered around the corner to see a lady.

"Paris Jackson. Our winner" a nice lady said.

I recognized her voice from the phone and immediately remembered it was mrs. Dursley.

"Right this way" she led me into a room with chairs and a large table. Sitting there were employees.

"Hello Ms. Jackson." The man at the head of the table greeted.

"Hi"

"All we need to do tonight is fill out a form."

"Alright then" I smiled. He handed me a package of paper with a pen. So I started to fill it out.

••

"Mr. Andries, Mr. Reid has arrived. "

I turned my head over to the doorway to see a tall boy around my age peering inside.

"Hi beck. So... all we will do is get you to fill out this form."

"Alright" he just stared at Mr. Andries.

I stared at him.

"Oh and Paris?" My neck snapped over to my so called boss.

"Beck Reid is your partner for modelling. You two will be spending a lot of time together."

I went back to look at him but he was already looking at me...

I gave him a smile but he just stared blankly.

•••••

"Here is my form"

"Thank you Paris... No need to come tomorrow night just Saturday at 9 am." He smiled. " But maybe you and beck could meet up tomorrow night to get to know each other...You are free to go"

"Thank you" I gave him a head nod and walked out the door.

I stepped into the other hall and met eyes once again with beck. And he came over...

"Hi paris... maybe I was thinking that maybe we could meet up for coffee tomorrow night to discuss this job?" beck stared into my eyes with still no expression. Just a blank face.

"Okay. I'll meet you at Starbucks downtown." I smiled and backed up.

Still no sign of smiling from beck.