Chapter Three
SARAHS POV
After another five minutes of nagging about how miserable my life is, I finally get enough self-courage to get back up there and look for my keys.
“Hey Sarah, missed me already?” Simon jokes when I meet him at the hallways.
“Lost my keys, found any?”
“Nope, maybe you should try the room where we did the shoot”
“Alright, thanks Sie” I say and walk into the shooting room. Loads of people are in here, I hear people laugh, talk and even some yelling.
I look around but don’t find my keys anywhere; maybe they’re still in the dressing room.
“Guys, did anyone lose their keys?” I hear someone with a cute Irish accent say, before I entre the dressing room, “I found them here beside the window”
“Nope, not me, anyone else?” a British boy says.
"Hi I’m sorry, but I believe they’re mine" I say and walk over to the boy.
Damn those eyes. Bright blue, but with a slight green touch in it. The way the light is shining into them makes them spark beautifully. I forget what I was doing for a sec until he speaks up.
"Here you go" he says with a beautiful smile.
"Thank you" I say as I feel my cheeks burn for no reason.
"Yeah, beautiful how he got your keys, back to my shoot please? Niall, stand over there, Sarah get out please" Mitch, the most annoying photographer I've ever worked with, says as the boy, who apparently goes by the name Niall, and I obey.
I walk out of the room, still seeing those amazing eyes in front of me, every time I blink. The vibration of my phone, that’s in my pocket, gets me out of my thoughts. I grab it and unlock the screen.
Victoria: Dude, where r u? I’ve been waiting for +15 minutes
Sarah: sorry, had a shoot
Victoria: it’s always the same w/ u, u always use the shoots as some kind of excuse. It’s starting to get a lame one, I'm sorry, but I'm done with this shit.
Sarah: u know I don’t use this as an excuse
Victoria: I don’t care what you do. Take care Sarah
I sit down on one of the staircases and burry my face into my hands, as I feel tears ready to roll down my cheeks. My hands start to shake as I start to feel stress, anger, fear, and loads of other things come up. I quickly grab my bag and take another two pills. I know I’m taking a lot today, but it’s all for the best. These are my fourth and fifth, but without them I would’ve probably killed myself.
Victoria and I are… were best friends. We’ve know each other since kindergarten, and we’ve been friends ever since. But thanks to my lovely mother, it got really hard to keep this friendship going. Although my busy life we managed to keep this up, she always went with me if I had to go to another country and we had the best time ever. The last few years it got harder because she went to college. This was supposed to be the second time we should see each other in six months. But I guess that wasn’t good enough.
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Fanfiction*COMPLETED* Sarah Carlson was never the girl who’d ask for anything, all she wanted was a normal life but instead she got a crazy one. Flashing camera’s, hot lights and people changing her make-up and cloths every ten minutes. Waking up, quickly tak...
