Full summary: Thia Massingill never expected to be working in the modeling industry, as a model even less! Under the watchful eyes of Rebbeca Rhodes and Alicia Squire, she'll either make it or break it. But it seems she's got her work cut out for her: working with Demetrii Rhodes and Jeremi Barent, the two hottest model/ photographers in today's stoplight. Will there be sparks on set or dangerous consequences?
Disclaimer: I know this is bad to say, but. . . I kinda can't think of one. . . '
A/N: I wanted to try something different! Please tell me what you think.
"Are you sure about this, Thia? Tons of girls would die for this kind of opportunity. Do you really want to go for something that you haven't put your heart into?" My mother Chloe asked as we awaited my flight. I rolled my eyes, yet again, at her. "I don't see why trying something new like modeling would hurt." She stayed quiet after that, finally deciding that she couldn't win this fight; I was stubborn, and she darn well knew it. I sighed.
I'm not what you would call 'model material.' My hair and eyes are a dull brown. I'm average height and don't even have the excuse to say I have long blonde hair or blue eyes. I'm not tan either, even though I live in beautiful Miami, Florida. I'm boring, to put it in simple terms. How I got a modeling job with more cuts and bruises from falling over my own two feet made it almost unbelievable. However, life seemed to be trying to prove me wrong.
I sighed; I still couldn't believe it. There were dozens of gorgeous, tall, slender, girls at the try-outs I unexpectedly attended due to the one rainy day, and I was the only one chosen. I was as dumfounded as the other girls when the judges called my name. The girls threw me looks that could kill when I went up to the judges table and got my paperwork.
"Attention, please. Flight 561 (A/N: random number, don't try looking for it) to New York City, New York will be boarding in gate 4. I repeat…" The woman on the intercom said as I stood up and stretched. Chloe got up and smiled at me. "This is a big risk you are taking, Thia. Are you sure you want to do this? This is the only chance you have to back out." She put her hands on my shoulders. "You don't have to do this. We can just go home and act like none of this even happened."
I looked into my mother's eyes and saw that she really wanted me to do just that. I smiled and shook my head. "You know once I put my mind to something, I stick to it. I don't want to back down just because I'm not experienced. I want to try this, I really do." If she believes that lie…
She did. She smiled sadly at me and walked with me to the check-in desk. After I was all set, she grabbed me into a bear hug and didn't let go until I promised to call her the second I was on my way to the hotel. She gave me one final hug before I boarded the flight to my self-inflicted demise.
A/N: I know, I know, this was very short. Please send me any kinds of suggestions you may have for this, such as a name. . . ' I don't really know what inspired me for this. . . Maybe it has something to do with my mother and neighbor trying to make me 'girly' for school. I don't know what's so special about it. (I'm pretty sure I'll get more feedback on that than the story. . .) Well, this has been LegnaYokai signing off.