Hear is the ending from the last chapter.
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I grabbed my phone and saw I had 23 messages and 40 miss calls they where all from my best friend Lauren. We have been inseparable from the day we where born but last year when I got the lead model job I have hardly seen her. I miss her like crazy since I am in Sydney I should at lease spent the day with her.
I texted her back
‘Hey sis. Let’s soak up the sun! Come with me to the beach today??’
I slid my phone in the back pocket of my ripped shorts and grabbed a outsized pink beach bag. I put my leopard print bikini, sun-cream, two towels and my sunglasses and made my way down stairs with it. I was going to sneak out so I don’t have to face Rosie and my brother.
I could here them in the lounge room. I sneaked up to the double French doors that lead to the lounge room and kitchen. I ran past the doorway to the side table to pick up my handbag. When I had all my items I ran to the front door
“Ava is that you?” Rosie called out from the lounge room. Without replying I rapidly opened the door and ran to my white BMW X6 Coupé (I love the car). I got in and suddenly I got a message.
‘Hiya sis yeah I am in. What beach we going to??’ Lauren texted back. I decided to call her after a couple of ring she picked up.
“Hey” I began cheerfully.
“Hey, omg i have not heard you voice in a looooong time. Anyways what beach you want to go to?” Lauren asked while i laughed on the other end. “Well i am in the mood for Coogee! are you alright with the beach?” I questioned. I didn’t really care what beach as long as I can feel the sun on my skin and see the water I am fine. A beach is a beach in my books.
“Yeah that would be great!”
“Well I will pick you up soon. I am on my way now” I said
“Ohhh and we gotta go shopping too! and kayy see you soon”
“Toodles!”
I end the call and pulled out of the drive way. ‘Whistle’ by Flo Rida came on the radio I turned it up to full volume and started singing along. I stopped at the red light and was tapping my foot to the beat of the music. I looked around the busy street, everybody seams in a rush. That odd! I heard a girl scream ‘OMG’. I snapped my head to see a group of teenage girls staring at me.
Girl one
“O.M.G its Ava Wineeeee” she was wearing a slutty top with long jeans and thongs.
Girl two
“O M G it is” she said as she pointed to me. Now all the people that where walking by turned to look at me. All I could hear was ‘OMG’ or ‘she is so pretty’. Everyone in the street was now looking at me and taking pictures of me with there phones probably to tweet, facebook or instagram about see me in the street. Seriously have these people never seen a model in real life before.
“TAKE A PICTURE IT LAST LONGER!!” I scream out and stuck up my finger. Everybody faces dropped, in the corner I saw the lights go green. With all my might I accelerated as the wheels gripped to tar with a screech.
People like that is the only reason I turn into a bitch so quickly in public because everybody says I am pretty and I meet the hottest Hollywood boys or she was born a star. Can’t they see I was just a girl with a big dream and that dream came true. Even know I am a model I also feel insecure about myself like every other 19 year old girl. When people say I am not pretty enough for modeling it hurts, people don’t understand that I have feeling too.
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Teen FictionAva Wine is just 19 years old. She goes to A lister parties, flys around the world constantly, has two wonderful best friends that she can always count on. Did i mention she is the lead model of the most popular magazine in the world? In everyones e...