Catch Fire [L.H. A.U.]

prologue

This time a few years ago, if asked to describe myself I'd have said;

Zoe Harwood, 17, Accepted into London Model Academy: 14/4

Summing my entire life up into 3 basic statements. Cramming over 6 thousand days into what is essentially an understatement.

If I were asked the same thing now I wouldn't be able to answer.

Where would I begin?

Zoe. That's a good start. Still Zoe. No longer 17. Far from a model. Known by girls all over the world. Envied by girls all over the world. Hated by girls all over the world.

My life past the age of 17 is a whole story that no one has ever heard from my side. They usually catch snippets, or what the media decides to churn out to fill a tabloid or what would make the best clickbait.

Chances are hearing the name Zuke provokes a reaction not too dissimilar to that of the average reaction to marmite.. or for the sake of this vegemite to be more appropriate. You're either filled with joy and general happiness or pushed into a dramatic display of disgust. From my experience there is no in between.

I still remember the exact day my life flipped like this. It was Saturday the 8th of June. My 18th birthday. It marked a milestone in more ways than one.

I remember being my happiest at 17. Then I met Luke.