Model Status // h.s.

chapter one.

Hey Wattpad! Wow look I'm starting a new fanfiction I'm so good at commitment *starts profusely sweating*. But k this one is gonna be good except it'll have slow updates bc smart me decided to start it right around exams. But anyway I hope you enjoy this because I've been thinking about this idea for a long time. Baiii✌🏻️

"Thanks for letting me stay here babe." I yelled at my best friend, Maddi, from across her small apartment. "No problem hoe." She called back. "I promise I won't be here long. Just until I get back on my feet." I reassured her. "There's no rush. Not that there will be. You're sure you want to model? It's not that you're not pretty enough, it's just an evil business." I rolled my eyes. "Mads, we've been over this a million times. I'm doing it. I have to prove my parents wrong." She snorted. "In that case, I'm all for it." I laughed and walked out of my make-shift bedroom (aka Maddi's tacky-ass office that doesn't even have a desk for her computer) and followed her voice into the kitchen/living room area where she was attempting to cook something.

"Dear god, what is that? A dead animal you found on the street?" She kicked me in the shin when I stood beside her at the stove where what seemed to be a few strips of charred, fatty bacon were lying looking very unappetizing. "For your information, this is deluxe 7/11 bacon thank you very much." She poked the sad excuses for bacon with her tongs and seemed to decide that they were finished burning both themselves and the hair in my nostrils.

"I'll pass." I held my hand up to guard myself from the mutant bacon and she pouted. "C'mon Rose! You used to let me cook for you all the time in college!" I rolled my eyes as she attempted to put the "bacon" on a paper plate and laughed when it disintegrated when she touched it. "That was college. I had just met you, and I wasn't about to be rude to you before I saw you naked. That's against the rules." She sighed and hesitantly dumped the garbage-I mean food-into the garbage can. "Fine. Cereal it is." She stomped to her pantry and grabbed a box of fruity pebbles.

I watched in silence as she walked to the old tv and began stuffing her face with the artificially coloured cardboard pieces. "Or, I could order pizza." At that, her head snapped in my direction and she stared right into my eyes. "Pizza? Good idea. But don't you only have like, $1000 before you have to make your own money?" I nodded. "Yeah, but what's better to spend it on than pizza?" She jumped up and began dialling what I assumed was her favourite pizza place. 

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One extra-large pizza, 12 chicken wings, 8 mozzarella sticks, and 10 deep fried pickles later, we were lying on the fuzzy rug in the living room; holding our stomachs in agony. "That. Was. Disgusting." I moaned. "Where's the cereal." Maddi began palming the floor for the box of cereal and I snorted. "Aren't you stuffed?" I questioned. "Hardly. I need dessert." Once she found it, she began making loud crunching noises. "Alright. I'm going to bed. Goodnight." I heaved my fat ass off the floor and headed for my "room".

Tomorrow was the day. It was the day that I was going to get my first picture taken at Yves Saint Laurent. Ysl. It was a dream. It had to be. And with that, my eyes shut and my mind opened.

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My annoying alarm woke me up at the ungodly time of 5:00. I had to be at the studio by 9, and my hair, makeup and outfit had to be perfect. Even though the stylists were going to re-do it all, I knew I had to make a good first impression. And that was definitely not possible with my bare face and crazy frizzy hair.

I silently tip-toed through the apartment to the bathroom, where I took a shower. I shaved twice, just to make sure I didn't miss a single hair. I quickly blow-dried my hair, which was easy to do thanks to my terribly thin, fair hair. I would do something with it after I did my makeup.