Falling Angel

Chapter 1

I had applied for a job, the directors had come over here,to England, looking for an actress to play their female lead, of course, I signed up to be an extra, they had always used famous actresses for the roles in this show. But, I'm not famous. Even if I applied there was no way I would get the job, most likely I wouldn't even get a chance to show them what I'm capable of, not even an interview. I had to pay for my own plane ticket but I didn't care. To be on this show was my dream, no amount of money or parents would affect that, my ticket had arrived 2 weeks ago and the flight was tomorrow. I was going to America. My parents weren't happy about it but at 25 years old, they couldn't stop me. I had, had a few minor jobs, playing an extra in a movie,a bit of theatre that I didn't really enjoy, but now it was happening. Supernatural. It had been my favourite show for longer than I could remember. And now, I was going to be there on the same set as Jared and Jensen and Misha. It was my ultimate dream,.

I had almost finished packing when the argument between me and my mum started, she came into my room and sat on my bed, then talked to me, but as she was talking she would  pick up a piece of clothing from my suitcase and say something like 'I always liked this top' then she would casually put it down outside the case. The first time she did it, I thought she had done it by mistake but after the 4th item of clothing had been unpacked I was starting to get annoyed.

"Mum would you stop unpacking my clothes?!"

She looked at me startled. "I wasn't- I didn't mean"

I sat on my bed and rolled my eyes at her as I picked up the clothes and placed them back in.

"I just, don't think you should go."She yelled slightly, and the argument began. 

Afterwards,I marched up the stairs through my door, fell back onto my bed and sighed into my hands. I had got what I wanted, they knew how bad I wanted this. So why did I feel so guilty? Why had they tried to make me feel this guilty? I sat back up and grabbed my laptop, folding my legs underneath me and tried to forget the past hour. I first went on tumblr, lazily scrolling through my dashboard at various pictures of the supernatural cast, Tom Hiddleston, Chris Evans. Anyone that came up. Then I began to get excited about my trip again and went on google maps to find where I would be staying for the week and how far it was from set. Pretty close, is the answer. I spent a good hour and a half browsing through the internet before deciding to finish packing, because then I would feel ready. I had already had my dinner and it was heading up to 10pm. My plane was to leave at 5am. All I had time for now was to finish packing and quickly shower. So I did, throwing in any of my favourite clothes, far more than I would need, far more than I could wear in a week and sitting on the case, jumping on it until it barely zipped up. Then at 11 I hopped into the shower, washing as quickly as I could, knowing that I need to be up in no more than 3 hours and knowing that I wouldn't be able to sleep much tonight anyway. I hurriedly got out the shower into the cold air, that always accompanies British nights, and wrapped a towel around my body tightly. I towel-dried my hair so that it was no longer dripping and put on an ancient pair of pyjamas. They weren't comfy or the right size but all of my other pyjamas were stored away in my case then I brushed my teeth and quickly got into bed curling up comfortably, facing the wall. With my eyes wide open.

Not a very long first chapter I know but don't worry, the story line will soon pick up I want to build more suspense than my last story so bear with me on this... xx