The life of Hailey

Chapter 1- Call me Hailey

Hello! My name is Hailey Tom and I'm 24 years old. I model for lots of famous brands such as Rom Ford, Hucci, and more. I would describe myself as a chill and friendly person.

"Are you in a relationship?"

Pfft I wish! I'm almost half way until my 30th birthday, do you think I want to be single? I get lot of dms and stuff like that but I just can't picture myself with them for the rest of my life. I want to see my future husband for the first time and think "that's the one" right away.

"So the rumors between you and Kevin are fake?"

Yes, I've met him once in my life and that was the end of it. People really want me to be in a relationship so bad that they have to start rumors. Isn't that sad?

"Since you're single, do you have a crush on anyone?"

Um. Ummmm. Umm. Umm-.

"I'll take that as a yes"

I wouldn't say it's a crush.... I find this person attractive. Besides I never met them before! This person probably doesn't know I even exist.

"You won't tell me, will you"

Wow you're a smart reporter. We need more reporters like you.

"Why thank you! I hope you meet your soulmate"

Awe thank you! Can I hug you real quick?

"A hug from a model? Of course!"

I laughed at the tv due to how awkward I am. I sounded pretty desperate for a boyfriend, well who wouldn't be at my age. I turned the tv off and I head to my bedroom. I sat down at my vanity and started brushing my hair. My hair needs a trim really bad! Gag. Let me introduce myself before I forget. I'm Hailey but my friends call me Hails. I'm 24 years old and I'm 5'11. Yeah I'm pretty tall but you know what? Who cares because my height doesn't define my beauty. Back in high school, lots of people made fun of my height. Calling my "green giant" or saying "how's the weather up there?" Thats the exact reason why I became a model. I want to tell tall girls to be themselves and to embrace themselves. I want to help them get out of their shell and to walk this world as if it's a runway. Speaking of runways, I have to walk a runway tomorrow. I came back from rehearsal two hours ago. I walked to my bed and charged my phone. I closed my eyes, dreaming of my wedding. It would be in a garden with light pink flowers. My dress would be a puffy dress and I wouldn't wear heels because I want to feel comfortable on my big day. I would wear white of course and my hair would be down my back with a flower crown. When I kiss my soulmate, flower petals would be thrown in the air and it would Cascade down on us. Before I know it, I went to sleep with a smile on my face.