I flopped onto my bed, the blanket deflating. I sighed. Yet another day lived as the same, boring old me- Charlotte Rosamund. I had immigrated to japan a year ago, and ever sense then my dreams of becoming a model had run dry.
The sunlight from my window toyed with my eyelids. screaming with protest, they opened slowly.
I lay looking up at the ceiling, staring blankly into its marbled surface. Again.
These are the times when I wish I wasn't me. I wish I was a Model- to walk the streets and feel like I'm sparkling, to earn a living having fun, to finally get respect! My vision swirled the ceiling into a bright future-
Clear skin, High heals, photo shoots, walking with confidence down a star-lit runway, and most of all the dress.
When I was about five I had dreamed up my life. I would become a famous model. I would run a vineyard. And I would wear a long, sleeveless, emerald-green velvet dress whenever I drank wine. I can see myself now, sitting at an elegant table in my dress. The dark-oak walls of my mansion sparkled with the reflections of the a lit fire, and I was reading a book. My plans don't include men.
Three knocks on the door knocked me down from my vision, the oak walls fading into a shadowy-ceiling.
How long was I off?!
"Charlotte, honey, time for dinner." My mom called. Crud, it must be at least eight. I sat up slowly, my stiff body reluctant to move. "I'm not hungry..." I mumbled. "What?" she asked, obviously confused. Fire washed over me. "I'm not hungry!" I yelled. I had no right to be mad at my mom, but I had had enough let downs. I didn't feel like repeating myself.
Now in the dim light of twilight I could see my legs, my skirt, and my arms. The darkness did not suit me.
I groaned and stretched. Tomorrow was going to be a bad day, I could already tell. Please, just let me become a model... I thought. "How superficial of me!" I laughed, laying back down.
I know I will. I know I will. I know I will.