Temporarily Geek

Chapter One: When you fell from heaven

"In love you find the weirdest combinations; materialistic people find themselves in love with idealists; Clingers fall in love with players; Homebodies capture and try to smoother out butterflies. It wasn't so serious we could laugh at. -Anon"

Chapter One: When you fell from heaven

September 13, 2013. 6:50 p.m.

"Serene! Where on earth are you? The show starts in 20 minutes, darling!" The squeaky voice hidden in a thick French accent shrieked through the other line and I flinched; if he keeps this up, I would be going deaf.

And that's not good.

"I'm almost there! Just try delaying it, Francisco. I'll be there as soon as I can. I promise." I pleaded while trying to catch my breath as I was writing down the address of the venue to the taxi driver who was giving me weirded out looks.

All I could do was try to force out a smile at him and blush scarlet at my appearance: I was wearing a t-shirt with coffee stains and a pair of sweats and my hair was worse than a bird nest.

Don't judge.

I know, what you are thinking: 'She must look horrible.' But I thought that I would have enough time to go back to the hotel and change into something nicer before the show. A casual dress maybe? But no, I just had to visit the bookstore which caught my eye when I was walking back to my hotel.

Holy Flapjacks, I look like a gorilla!

I sighed; this was not how I had imagined spending my day in magnificent Paris, The City of Love.

I was starting to panic. It was already 6:54 and the fashion show started at 7:20 p.m. . What made it worse? The venue was 20 minutes away from where I was and I still had to go through make up and wardrobe.

I was dead meat. That's for sure.

But the fact that I would be late worried me more.

Late.

This 4 letter word just might be the end of my modeling career; and if someone asks me. "Why aren't you modeling anymore, Serene?" It's not like I can go: "Oh, you know. I got fired because I was late to the Chanel fashion show in Paris as I was caught up in a book store. No big deal."

Yea, I could definitely tell them that! NOT!

I was trying to find a way to control my loud beating heart as it wasn't helping me at all. I swear, even the people in China can hear how loud my heart was beating.

Thoughts were racing through my mind and I was starting to bite my lips, an action I only did when I was nervous. My palms were sweating a river and my face was growing as red as a tomato by the minute. But I only did a thing I never thought I would do during a time like this: I prayed.

"Dear God, Please please please please let me get to the venue on time. I need this job more than anything. Please, I beg of you. Please! I have been a great person through the years. I have been donating and doing charity on my free time. I even go to church even though I was half way around the world!"

Gosh, I bet I was dropped on my head when I was a baby.

"Hey, err, Mr. Taxi Driver? Can you like go faster? I'm late for a fashion show! Please?" I begged, even using my killer puppy dog eyes.

"Non, mademoiselle, je ne peux pas aller plus vite. "(No, miss. I can't go faster!) Mr. Taxi driver said- Thank god for the French lessons at school-causing a groan to escape my lips.

"Come on! Je vous paierai triple" (Come on, I'll pay you triple!) I begged him and waved a few hundred bills in his face. He stared at it for a minute which felt like a century before he hastily grabbed it, stuffing it into his pocket.