If I run

Chapter 1 (Abigail)

" No! vous avez tort! wrong, wrong wrong! look at Abigail, she is the only one of you imbéciles that actually looks like a model... animals!" the photographer exclaimed getting frustrated, I don't blame him honestly I was also. we'd been here since 6 am and it was now 4 o'clock, and it was getting chilly even in the studio.

"Marcus, my friend!" two men shouted walking in "10 minute break everyone and when we start again, it better be perfect!" Marcus yelled and everyone ran off of the set. Some went out into the stairwell to smoke, but I went to the corner where my bag was and stretched, drinking water.

"What's the matter Marcus, people still don't work the way you want them to?" one of the men said laughing "yes, except for Abigail, I swear if it wasn't for her I would of thrown the camera out the window" he said "which one is the angel?" he asks laughing "the one in the corner" Marcus said pointing at me as I pulled my head to my knee stretching my legs that were stiff and desperately wanted to carry me out of here. "Abigail, come here for a moment" Marcus asked I got up walking over and I once again was reminded of my height by being a few inches shorter then the tall man, I was 6 foot 5 and knew it well. "she is the star of this shoot, and my savior with these people!" Marcus exclaimed as I blushed as people were starting to come back in "everyone, back to set, and let's make it a good one!" he yelled I was once again in the middle with my hair flowing behind me and everyone else falling at my feet smirking and frowning, angry with me because I was the light... or at least that's what Dior asked for... which is probably half true, I didn't have many model friends... but I didn't care they were all stuck up snobs, I learned in high school, that I had talents and I had to put them to use. I worked hard to put myself in this position, yes it's lonely at the top of the heap but so is the bottom and the middle.

"finally! we have a miracle, Collin, look we finally see some envy and jealousy in their eyes!" Marcus exclaimed happily taking pictures "alright people, my friends here are.... ill let them explain it" Marcus said packing his camera up. "So, we have been asked to write a book about modeling. We're choosing one of you to write it on" he spoke with a sort of arrogance I had known since high school, and I was not going to deal with it today. I walked over to my bag picking it up, going behind a curtain, I changed back into my clothes, heading for the door, I could care less about a book being written about me, people already know my name and my face. Besides, its going to be a crappy book all those people are terribly boring. I took a detour into the park looking at the Eiffel Tower, there was also another reason, Collin.

A complete and total Jackass. No we didn't date he, never even noticed me... and we had gone to school together our entire lives. But that was back in New York City. This is Paris. This is France. This is 3 years later from graduation.

I was back at my apartment and was on my laptop taking my college classes. Modeling school, doesn't teach you anything really besides what their required, and I always need escape routes in case things happen. So I'm getting my degree in art right now, I finished my other one in music a few months ago and physics the one before.... I'm not your average Model....