Working for.... One Direction!?

Surprise! That was NOT what I expected.

CHANTAL'S POV

My name is Chantal Davidson. Just your average teenager. Well, not "average" more like, one of the "misfitty" type of kids you see sit alone in the cafe at school or get pushed around in the hallway. Yeah. One of them. People usually judge me because of how I look, the pure red hair, piercings and tattoos. I call it self expression meanwhile other people call it me craving attention. People suck. But you probably already know that. 

I am really into the arts. Like ALL of it. Painting, sketching, drawing and photography, I play the guitar, write my own music, singing and dancing. Most of it is all just hobbies though. The only art I want to pursue is cooking. I love cooking. When I am trying to get something off of my mind, or when I am bored I cook, it keeps me distracted. People always argue with me that cooking isn't an art, but I don't agree with them. Cooking is another form of self expression, just like drawing, singing and dancing. So one day, when I am older or maybe even sometime soon I wish to open my own restaurant. Though, I am slightly disappointed in myself to have given up my old "dream". Singing. My sister always told me to "shut-up" and that she didn't want to hear my "shitty voice" so I convinced myself that I wasn't a very good singer and chose not to go any further with it. But I do have a little band with my friends, but like I said we aren't going anywhere with it. It is just for fun. 

A loud yelling from the other room snapped me out of my thoughts long enough to realize that the phone is ringing, "ANSWER THE PHONE CHANTAL!" I sighed. Put my spatula down and walked into the living room to see my sister sitting on the couch doing her nails, RIGHT NEXT TO THE PHONE. I probably should tell you a little bit about my sister. I don't like to talk about her much so I will stick to the basics. To put is nicley she is a preppy blonde bitch, she is my dad's favorite, she is skanky and probably fucked every guy in the damn school for all I know, she treats me like shit and I want her to fall into a pit of acid. Oh, and she is also my twin. "Well?"

"Well what? You realize the phone is right next to you right?" 

"I know that, but I am busy doing my nails so answer it" she said snapping at me.

"Yes, of course master, dobby will answer the phone" I said in the most rude and sarcastic tone of voice that I never knew I had. She just rolled her eyes at me, I pray that one day her eyes fricken fall because I swear she does that every time I talk to her.

"Hello?"

"Chantal?" 

"Oh, hey Manny" Manny is a big shot, and also my friend. He work's for Syco. Damn jealous I am! He is like some agent of some sort or whatever, Simon Cowell call's him up and he does what he is asked, how do I know him? Well he was a friend of my mom's before she.. passed away. He used to babysit us.

"Hey, so I have some amazing new's for you" 

"Oh, really? Like what?"

"You're going to absolutely love this one, so you know how I am friend's with Simon Cowell? Well, he called me up this morning and told me that he need's a chef and a cleaner."

"What are you getting at?" I shouted excitedly into the phone, making me receive an annoyed look from my sister. So I just stick my tongue out her like always when she isn't looking.

"Don't Interrupt, geeze" he said sighing, "So I told Simon that I can call him up some people for the job but then he added and quoted that he didn't want any 'old hags' so I laughed and then I thought of you and told him that I know an 18 year old who wanted to pursue cooking and stuff, so.. he said he will give you an interview." 

At that moment all I could do was squeal into the phone like a 5 year old, or maybe even like a rabid fan-girl.

"But..."

"But what?" I said immediately stopping.

"He needed a cook and a cleaner"

"Well I can do both!"

"No, it will be a lot of work... trust me. So you know how your sister is going to college to be a personal support worker?"

"Please tell me you didn't"

"I did, sorry Hun. But your sister has the job offer too"

Well great. I can't wait to live my dream with one of the people that I hate the most, "Okay, thank's Manny" 

"No problem hun, A limo will be there to pick you up tomorrow morning at 8:00"

"Alrighty, bye love you"

"Love you too hun, see ya and have fun" And then with that he hung up. Half of me is screaming out of joy and sheer excitement meanwhile the other half is pissed that I have to spend it with my sister. Oh well. I won't let this get me down, this is my dream and I'll make the best of it. Wait. Who am I even working for? He didn't even tell me! Meh, I'll find out tomorrow. 

After telling my sister who was actually very enthusiastic about it, I ran right upstairs to my room to pack. I don't really own much we aren't a rich family but I would assume I would only need like what, two suitcases? I might not even be gone long, but at the same time I might be gone a while. Time to pack productively. I looked to the clock that already read 10:30 P.M, and rushed to pack my bags. I doubt I will even sleep tonight, but I should go to bed early so I can wake up and shower and AHHHH, I am so excited. I ripped out two of my cheetah printed suitcases and pulled open my dresser. I packed all my clothes, some books, my hair and make-up, my baby blanket, woman necessities, my guitar my home made cook book of mine, my moms and my grandparents recipes and through the suitcases to the door. With a huff I crashed onto my bed and looked up at the ceiling. Realizing what had just been offered to me began to over whelm me, the opportunities awaiting me, It is crazy. 

My mother would be so proud of me.