Finding You ❀ h.s.

Chapter 9

I was literally pulled from my hotel bed by Laur. I rubbed my eyes and tried to snuggle back into the blankets on the floor. Her words were muffled by my slumber but when the lights switched on my world became dizzy.

"Monica Finns!" She yelled, I flinched. "Get the fuck up! Do you know how late you are?"

I glanced at the clock and my eyes widened. "Well, shit." I leaned against my bed. 

She pulled the blankets away from me. "You said that you would wake up early. And I trusted that you would." She looked back at me. "I'm never doing that again." 

I lightly laughed at her. I stood and walked to the closet and pulled out leggings and a shirt I stole from the show. Sorry not sorry.

"I just got a hold of a make up artist for you." Laur hung up the phone. 

"Thank you!" I kissed her cheek while she wiped it away with her hand. I pulled on my aviators even though it was cloudy out, and continued to walk down the the lobby.  A car was waiting for Laur and I outside, we quickly hopped in and sped off to the interview I'm about 10 minutes late for. 

The car pulled into the back parking lot and the door was opened. I jogged in and was greeted by the makeup artist. 

It took her only about 10 minutes for my make up, since I told her to go a quick as possible. I then jogged to a small room with some lady in it. She glared at me when I walked in, either because I'm extremely late or she doesn't like me. 

She looked about my age, maybe a year or two older. 

I cleared my throat. "Hi. Sorry I'm late, I-"

"Whatever. I just want to get this over with." She said, grabbing a water bottle off the table and taking a seat. 

I chuckled. "Okay." I said sarcasically, she turned around she glared again. I took a seat across from her. 

"Ok.." She looked down at the paper. Two cameras were pointed at her and I, and lots of people were watching. 

The lady sighed, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. 

"How did your modeling carrer begin?" She looked up at me.

'Wow I've totally never been asked that before!!!!' I said to myself in my head. 

"Right after I graduated high school. I lived about 3 hours north of London and moved back to Atlanta, where I'm from. I was scouted over the summer while shopping, and my step-mother got me into big opprotunities." I explained for what seemed like the millionth time. 

"What was School like for you?" She asked, really uniterested. 

"I was normal, really. I did my best to be friends with everyone, but was mainly friends with people who were already in university. My best friend from high school and I actually just reconnected the other day." I smile at the thought. I felt at peace afte we parted, especially because we had eachother's numbers so we wouldn't redo the past.