"A log??" I furrowed my eyebrows and tilted my head, Adalina, my manager, sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose with her index and thumb on her dominant hand, her right hand. Which is weird because I'm left hand dominant...I've always used my left hand for everything. "Yes..." her voice was muffled from how her head was bowed down and her palm was over her mouth. "If you're going to become a model and you're wanting to start singing..." Adalina started off, she removed her hand from her face and looked up at me. She began to suggest ideas to me. "You should write a log about each and every day on how you're slowly progressing each day, after training..." I nodded and looked away, I just wanted to leave this meeting, I'm so over it and bored.
"DALLAS!!" I heard someone yell my name, I snapped out of my thoughts and looked over at Adalina who had veins popping out the sides of her head and in her neck, they were throbbing...gross. I rolled my eyes and pressed my right hand over my right chest. "Jesus...you scared me..." I sighed and bowed my head down, looking at my lap and at the ground. I then chuckled and shook my head a few times before looking up. "At first I thought you had something important to tell me.." I chuckled and looked at Adalina who wasn't laughing and didn't look too pleased. My eyes widened, my mouth slightly fell open, my face turned a light shade of pink, from embarrassment. "Oh...you're serious...?" I asked, Adalina sighed and scratched her head in frustration.
Her hair was thrown up into a messy bun, her glasses were hanging off the edge of her nose, she was wearing some formal looking dress with heels that she wasn't even wearing at the moment!! "DALLAS!!" she snapped, I flinched. "Jesus, stop yelling!! I'm right here!!" I raised my voice and let out another frustrated sigh. "HOW CAN I WHEN YOU'RE NOT EVEN PAYING ATTENTION TO ME!!" Adalina shot up from her chair, slamming her hands down on the desk, my attention was all on her now.
I'm wide awake now...
"I'm sorry, please just sit down and stop making a scene..." I spoke in a low tone of voice and slowly stood up, I tried grabbing out for one of Adalina's arms but that didn't happen since she pulled away. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms. "Or don't..." I grumbled. Adalina walked over to the window beside her desk and looked out of it, her arms folded, she was leaning against the wall.
"You're dismissed..." she said as she let out a long sigh, I stepped forward and tried to make her feel better but she snapped at me, saying that I should leave or else she'd lose her shit again. I sighed and walked away, once I was out of her office, I ran down the hall, I darted to the elevators that were being extremely slow. "UGH!!" I growled and ran to the staircase, I ran down four flight of stairs as quick as possible. I then reached the parking garage and ran out of it, I was now on the streets of Los Angeles.
I smiled and took a deep breath, taking in the intoxicating smell of greasy food places near by and the scent of people with formal suits on, walking past me to their offices, while wearing overpowering cologne or perfume on. I giggled and then ran down to my left, running down the sidewalk until I got to a crosswalk. I waited for the red hand to remove itself from the screen and have the glowing white man walking, appear. After waiting for a few minutes, I got impatient and ran across the crosswalk.
Many cars honked at me but at least I made it to the other side without any bruises or broken bones!! That's all I care for. I ran down a few more sidewalks and jaywalked across a few more crosswalks, finally reaching my boyfriend of 4, well 5 years now and his best friend Brock who wasn't even near him at the moment.
"Hey babe!!" I gasped and jumped onto my boyfriend, wrapping my arms and legs around him, the skateboard that was in his hands fell to the ground. It started rolling down the street until someone stopped it. "BROCK!!" I gasped and got down from Chad, my boyfriend. I ran towards Brock, Chad's best friend since birth and threw my arms around him, pulling him in for a tight hug. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me back. After a few minutes, we pulled apart and we walked down to the skate park.
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Forced Marriage
Romance21 year old Dallas, who's now living in Los Angeles California, to pursue her dream of being a model and maybe a singer...get's a phone call from her agent saying that her mother's been trying to reach her but can't because her phones been turned of...