Thank You: Journey of a Not so Ordinary Girl (on hold)

Thank You

CHAPTER ONE

"Next!!" the old lady yelled right in front of my face.

Geez, she didn't have to be so harsh. I was just telling her that the make up on her made her look even older so that she'd change it to look better. She looks like that even though she owns a make up company. I sometimes wonder if she really owned it since her make up products are awesome, but she can't even use it right.

"Sigh..another failed audition," I said.

It has been my 20th one ever since I started in January and now it's April 2014. My bad luck has started ever since I moved to the Big Apple, or New York City, the city of dreams, or that's what my town calls it back in Missouri.

I started to think back to when I was a little teenager. My mom had just passed away after a tragic car accident with a drunk driver. She was the most famous actress in the whole country. She kept me and my dad away from the media to help keep our life peaceful, so not many people knew about us. However, right before she died, she told me I had a fiancée in the entertainment business and that he was the son of a friend of hers that she owed a lot to. Well, I was so surprised at that declaration that I fainted after she died, which was right after telling me the secret, but decided to fulfill her wish for her.

That's how I ended up in this position. If I told everyone who I was, they'd believe me, since I looked so much like my mother, and I'd become famous right away, but I decided to go on the journey to stardom and find my fiancée through my own hard work.

I have gotten this far already, so I must try my best again.

The bright, sunny sky started to darken as soon as I stepped out of one of the biggest make up companies in the country, Heaven. "Wow, what luck I have," I said.

Then I checked my brown hobo bag for an umbrella, and surprisingly, it wasn't there... I remembered that I was in a rush to get out of the shabby apartment in the morning and forgot to grab the umbrella, despite the weather lady's unless talk of rain, rain, and more rain!

"Yippee, I forgot my umbrella at home, now if it rains I'll get home soaking wet, every girl's dream," I thought.

So then I tried calling for a taxi, but none were available. Typical New York. As a result, I had to walk home in the everlasting, pouring rain.