I've wanted to be a model forever! Since i was a little girl at the age of eight. Being in a magazine or a famous actress. My name is Lizzy. I'm sixteen years old. Tall and thin with long auburn hair. It was a sunny and warm afternoon as i walked down the sidewalk. An older lady approached me. She had long grey hair a wool coat and her shiny red boots stood out. "You have a pretty face darling. My name is Jane Kittle. Have you ever considered modeling?" She asked in a silent voice. "Um yeah, i been dreaming of becoming a model" i replied smiling. "Here's my number give me a call lets set up a meeting" she mentioned walking away. Her boots echoing through the quiet neighborhood. "SUPER DUPER TALENT AGENCY." The card read. It was a black card with bright red print. I looked back. The lady vanished. The next day i called the number on the card. I was watching the news about the rise of missing girls. "Wow those poor pretty girls, all missing from my town! That's so sad." I said dialing the talent agency number. She answered and told me to go to "802 Bridge Way" and have my portrait taken for a portfolio. "This is it! I'm going to become a beautiful face for millions to see!" I shouted arriving at the building. More of a warehouse. The clouds thickened and became a dark grey. Thunder assembled as rain started falling. The building was a red brick building. It was empty. No signs. No people around. "Is this the right place?" I asked myself opening the door. The address on the door read 802 Bridge Way. "It's the correct address" i mumbled. I trudged inside. "Hello?" I whispered. It echoed bouncing off the concrete walls. "This place looks abandoned" i told myself. Suddenly i didn't feel right. My heart started racing. I felt lightheaded. Scary thoughts popped into my head. "Calm down Lizzy it's just your imagination going crazy." I was calm now. A hand grabbed me from behind. I screamed! "Oh it is just you!" I felt relieved knowing it was just Mrs. Kittle. The talent lady. "So shall we get started then" she asked walking towards a room with boxes, cameras, colored drapes for backgrounds and a chair. "Sure am i the only person here?" I asked shivering. It was freezing inside the building. "Right now yes, my other models are quite sick at the moment." She said walking towards a camera. A huge gold vintage camera. It was a big camera facing a white wooden chair. The background was of a beach. A relaxing scene. I walked around the room. Magazines with models faces on the covers. "Wow look at all these pretty girls" i muttered staring at atleast 20 magazines sprawled out on a table. "Those are all my girls dear. They are my unique models. The most beautiful ones. The special kind." Mrs. Kittle blurted. I immediately recognized the girls! The missing girls! From the news. My heart started thumping trying to escape from my chest. "Please dear come sit down" Mrs. Kittle announced. I slowly walked to the chair. I sat down thinking. "I need to stop her! She's going to kidnap me" i thought. "Once i click this photograph you're all mine. FOREVER!" She threatened laughing. "Huh what do you mean?" I asked shaking. "My camera has powers you see. I use it to claim my money! No sharing money with the models. Because once i photograph them they became trapped in my magazine. Living on the cover forever!" She mentioned laughing in a spooky voice. She pressed the button. But i leaped at her before she clicked the button. She stumbled backwards. I fell on top of her we collided on the floor. Rolling and tumbling. I quickly got up. I bolted to the camera. I held it up. And snapped a photo. Of Mrs. Kittle. "Noo!" She screamed. Her body twisted and stretched. She got sucked into the camera. She vanished. I sat down in the chair. I heard shouting and cheering. I walked outside the camera room. Girls stood there hugging eachother. Pretty girls. The faces from the magazines. They hugged me and thanked me for releasing them. "Where is that evil woman Mrs. Kittle?" One girl asked me. "Oh she's just inside this cursed camera" i replied laughing.
