My Saviour (An Andy Biersack Love Story)

Chapter 1

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Name: Brenna Taylor

D.O.B.: January 7, 1993

Age: 18

Date: February 3rd, 2011

Bio: She just moved to LA and wants to follow in her sister's footsteps by becoming a model. Nobody will hire her though, just because she had a terrible home life in which her mother was never there, her father was the only person she could talk to after age 14, and her only sibling, her twin sister Rae, hates her guts.

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"I'm sorry, but you're not the kind of girl we're looking for. We have a strict 'no tattoos' policy," Melody Grant, the modeling director said.

"What? So because I have inspirational sayings tattooed on my wrists, I can't model here?" I asked angrily.

"I'm sorry, if it was up to me you'd already be modeling," she said.

"Well, thanks anyway," I muttered as I walked out of her office.

That's the third office that rejected me since I moved out here. I walked out the door and sat on a bench, just thinking. I guess I'm just not cut out for modeling. Maybe it's because I'm ugly. Maybe I'm too fat! That's it! No, they just can't accept the fact that there are some people who are different from themselves. Ughh, this is hopeless. I got up and started walking toward the bus stop. When I got there, I just sat there, letting my mind wander.

"Hey, I know you!" Andy said, running up to me.

"Yeah. I do a lot of modeling," I said.

"That's cool. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, my chauffeur called in sick today so I have to take the bus."

"Are you getting on or what?"

"Hmm?" I asked.

"Lady, are you getting on the bus or not? I can't wait all day!" I broke out of my fantasy and Andy turned into a bald bus driver in his fifties, telling me to get on the bus.

"Oh, heh, one second."

"SIGH, COME ON! I AIN'T GOT ALL DAY!" he yelled.

"I'm coming, I'm coming! Damn!" I muttered as I got on the bus and found a seat.

"Hey, I've seen you before!" a lady said to me.

"Hmm, me?" I asked, pointing at myself.

"Yeah! You were that girl who made 4th place on America's Next Top Model last season! "she said, shaking her finger at me.

"Um, no. That wasn't me. You're mistaking me for someone else," I said uncomfortably.

"No! I'm positive that it was you!" she said, raising her voice a little.

"Um, ma'am, my name is Brenna. I haven't ever been on TV," I said, turning my head away.

"Oh, sorry then. You just look so much like that girl, what was her name? Faye? Day? May?"

"Her name was Rae," I spat.

"Oh! Do you know her?" she asked excitedly.

"Unfortunately," I muttered under my breath.

"Ooh! How do you know her? Is she your sister? You look so much like her! Except for the piercings and hair of course."

"Yes. Infact she's my twin," I said quietly.