Gabriella Montez, a dark haired, dark eyed, golden skinned beauty, was sitting on her large cream leather sofa watching Friends when she heard her phone begin to ring.

Gabriella then remembered Janice asking her last week if she could move into the model house. ""Gabriella, so are you going to move in?"" Janice asked. She was tapping her fingers on the marble work surface of her kitchen.

"Of course Janice! Why wouldn't I? I can't wait too, I can get tips off them and give them to the other models"" Gabriella said excitedly.

"Get packed; you move in Thursday," Janice added before hanging up.

Dancing to the music that was playing she thought about what outfit she would wear the day she moved in, Wondering about what the other models would be like, if she would like them and if they would like her. Then realizing that Thursday was only twodays away she ran upstairs to start packing.

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Troy was sitting in his best friend's hospital room visiting him after having is appendix removed when he heard his phone ring.

"Hi, Janice. Did you need something? I was just visiting a friend in the hospital, and I've really got to get back," he said, walking out of the hospital to sit on a bench.

"Troy, will you move into the Model House?" Janice asked hoping he would, as he would get many jobs from this.

"Model House?" he asked, confused. Looking around at the people leaving the hospital.

"Yes, Troy, Model House. A house for models. I'll be living there, too, as well as sixteen other models. Are you in or not?"

"Erm, okay then. Why, though?"

"To help you improve. It's not that you're a bad model." she explained.

"Oh…okay, when?" Troy asked excitedly.

"Thursday. 'Bye, Troy," she said, hanging up.

Getting up too walk back inside Troy thought about moving into the model house, who would be there, would he get anymore modeling jobs, smiling at the thought of the girls that would be there.

Gabriella opened the front door to her Mom's house and walked through to the kitchen seeing as she was in the living room.

"Hi, Mom," Gabriella began. ""Janice rang me this morning." As she said this she sat down at the kitchen table.

"Hi, Gabs." Mrs Montez replied. ""Doesn't she always?"

"No…well, most mornings. But she asked me something."

"What was it, Gabs?" she asked as she switched the kettle on.

"She asked me to move into this house she brought with her and sixteen other models to help her coach the other models and I said yes," Gabriella told her mom.

"That's amazing! Where? When? How long?"

"Beverly Hills, Thursday, and I'm not sure how long for," she answered.

"This Thursday?" she questioned while pouring the boiling water into a mug and mixing it with the coffee and milk.

"Yes, Mom."

"Isn't that a bit soon?" Mrs. Montez pointed out, passing the coffee to Gabriella.

"Kind of, but that's mainly the reason came to see you" she stated, taking the coffee from her mom.

"What do you need, Gabs?"

"Could you possibly help me pack and iron my clothes?"

"Of course. I'll come around in the morning, sweetheart."

"Thanks, Mom," Gabriella said, drinking the coffee.