I won't start the story from the beginning; I'll start it from the day I died. I wasn't dead for long; 28 seconds they told me. But nonetheless I was dead, dead, dead. Just like Jon Snow. Except for a few nightmares now and again, I didn't remember any of it until I finally woke up for good. The day I died had started out better than it had ended, but it could have been worse...
This is the story of how I went from a shy, skinny and lonely college freshman to the cover of the world's top fashion magazines. I now even have one of those one word super-model names. My first three years of college were boring and uneventful. I went to class, tried to slowly recover from my near-death experience and lived quietly in the all girls dorm.
The summer before my senior year, I met my three best friends in the world.
Suzi was captain of the Volleyball team. She was blonde, muscular and had a wicked sense of humor. She had the reputation of a tough jock-chick and intimidated most guys. Her goal was to win a national championship and then make the Olympic team.
Jenny was a voluptuous brunette who always seemed to be the best dressed girl on campus. She was also a math wiz who earned straight A's in her accounting major.
Mark was smart, funny and very cute. He was finishing his engineering degree and a minor in history. His goal was to become an Air Force pilot. He was the first love of my life.
For the first few years after graduation, I jet-setted all over the world as a model. I also worked in the design and concepts division of the New York multi-media company that I modeled for. Within five years I was a division vice president. Five years after that, I was a corporate vice president for the second largest multi-media company in the US.
This is my story, some of it is glamorous, some of it not so much. It is a fun, sexy story of friendship; triumph in the face of adversity and in the end one of love.