Good Things Come With A Price.

Chapter 1; Off and away.

We said our final goodbyes as we boarded the plane. If your wondering who ‘we’ are, it’s me and my two friends.

My name is Tammy-Lee; I’m 16 years old, soon to be 17 in 4 days. I have long blonde hair a fair bit past my shoulders; I have ‘lovely olive skin’ as some people would say to me and green eyes.  I’m a model so you could say I have a good figure on me.

My two friends are models as well; Sammy, she is a little bit shorter than me, and 2 months younger than me as my birthday is in April and hers is in June. She has long red hair, but not your usual red, like a fiery red. She’s been dying since she first turned 15 and got a job. She is not as tanned as I am but I couldn’t really picture her being olive skinned. She was the one with the brains as she lived in Sydney and went to a catholic school, so she was the more mature one and was constantly telling me and joey, my other friend, to calm down. Sam was so down to earth, she would try not to hurt your feelings but still be honest with you.

 I just went to a public school like Joey. She was 16 also, but turned 17 next year in June as well. She has the most beautiful hair, long, jet black hair, and a little lighter skin than me. She was the shortest out of us three. Mine and her personality were so much alike, she went to a public school in Newcastle only couple hours away from me. i lived in Post Maquarie.  She was just as outgoing as me, together we were a handful, but when it came to modelling, we were serious.

It’s funny, how different we all got discovered. Sammy, she lived in Sydney, so she had more opportunities and one of her teachers knew a guy that needed some models, she thought Sam would be good at it. Then there was me, I went to Paris for a holiday, and they were looking for young models, my mum thought I would be good. Joey, she entered a model search and she won so from that day on, we grew to where we were today.

We were on our way to America to do a video clip with this new British/Irish boy band called One Direction, I think that's what they were called. Sammy, Joey and I were kind of like a package deal we were signed up as a 3 person model group for 2 years, because we were so young, they thought we wern't ready to go solo yet. We first met each other 9 months ago when we went to Hawaii for a modeling competition, the winner got 5000 dollars and a contract. We didn't win. But the photographer said we were a good trio, so we all signed a contract and us three, we’ve been good friends, keeping in touch since we were a fair way apart, but we still managed to sleep over at each other’s quite a bit. The producer was looking for 3 girls, aged between 16 and 18. It just so happened that we weren’t doing anything special for a couple of weeks, so they called us all up.

Now here we are, about to board a plane to America, by ourselves for the first time. Normally our mums would come over seas with us, but we thought we should try and go solo. We were a little nervous. The flight to Sydney to L.A.X was 16 hours, and then the producers were picking us from there and take us to meet the boys.

“I hope there cute?” Sammy gave a smile while shoving her carry on luggage in the carriage above our heads.

“Keep it in your pants please?” I handed her my carry-on luggage “Would you pretty please, put this in as well.” Giving her my famous puppy eyes.

She gave a light laugh as she grabbed my bag.

We were all buckled up as the flight attendant came and stood up the front telling everyone on board what to do in emergencies. We all knew what to do since this wasn’t our first time on a plane, or overseas.

“I’m kind of freaking out now.” Joey leant over, she was closest to the window because she got bored easily so she thought that looking at clouds would be more entertaining and I was in the middle which then left Sammy at the end.

“Don’t worry about it. We are only stopping off once, and we don’t even need to get off.” I grabbed her hand to comfort her.

We all ended up latching on to each other’s hands while the plane started and took off into the sky. I was kind of scared of planes; I’ve seen so many shows where planes crash, but I managing to get over it slowly. The symbol above us telling us to do our seat belts turned off, which meant everyone could move around.  It was late at night, so I just slipped in my head phones and closed my eyes, as did everyone else.

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Im Brooke and from good ol' Australia. Absolutly LOVE One Direction. I have never heard them sing in real life, but i have seen them. :3

Hope you like the story :))