"What. Just. Happed?"

To say the least Jana was excited. More than excited, the girl was about to shit her pants.

"YOU got called up on stage to meet one direction! I am so jealous!"

I laughed as we pulled into my driveway.

"See you tomorrow babes"

"Bye haha" I called over my shoulder. I knocked on the heavy brass knocker. About 2 seconds later my mother opened the door. My mother is a very short and stout artificially blonde soccer mom. The kind that practically lives in a tracksuit and ponytails? Yuch. Anyway she's generally over-excited and jumpy but really over protective. Who can blame her she's a single mom to an only child. But today she just seemed . . . especially excited.

" Hey mom, why so happy?" I laughed.

"Oh my goodness, honey, I'm just so proud of you! My little girl, I mean. . " And then she kinda threw herself onto me crying, a total mess. Don't get me wrong I love my mother, but sometimes she scares the hell outta me.

"heya mom, its ok haha. Want to tell me what's going on?"

I don't really know what happened. She kind of started jumping around getting really excited. Her whole face went red I thought she was going to explode.

" You got excepted!"

And then I felt just like my mother. About to fucking explode with happiness.

"OH MY GOD MOM! SHOW ME THE LETTER! WHICH MAGAZINE IS IT?" we went into the kitchen and she handed it to me.

Dear Ms McLeod,

You have been excepted into our internship program here at Fashion Scouts. You, I'm sure will be very pleased to here that we have placed you at Vogue

London. We have placed you as internship, but do well enough and you might be placed a job.

Good luck!

Marie Winters

Head Scout

I read it ten times over and over, I just couldn't register that I, Jessie McLeod, ACTUALLY got an internship at Vogue. Vogue. It was nuts. And amazing. And the best fucking moment of my life! I swear I was born to just read this letter. This was my childhood dream, to work as a fashion designer. But Vogue? That just put the icing on the cake. I never in a million years could have dreamed for this to happen.

"Oh god mom" I whispered, my shining eyes reflected in her teary ones.

She gave me a huge hug

"I always knew you would do it. Do me proud huh?"

And I hugged her back, standing there so naïve with absolutely no idea of what I was about to experience, personally, mentally and physically.

2 weeks later –

I. HATE. PLANES.

Seriously, I don't think its normal to have vomited 26 times on a 14 hour flight. I could have sworn one of the stewardesses was ready to kill me. Then again, I would kill me too, if someone barfed two times in a row on my new Prada kitten heels. Then again, hers were probably target, not prada. God why are you being such a bitch today Jess? Guess its just jetlag. I was towing my black and gold striped suede suitcase down the ramp from London airport. I got to the big front doors and I stepped out into the open. Ha, I felt like I was in one of those movies, you know with the goodie-two-shoed heroine who suddenly moved to the big city, standing there all starry eyed. Then I realized people were watching me so I awkwardly found my way to the tube, and got on. I couldn't believe I was really here. In London. The home of the spice girls, and Burberry and Simon Cowell (don't judge me). it was every girls=s dream come true. I decided to text jana.

Hey, im actually here! Can u believe it?

I know I cant. This is my reason for living

Xx

Haha, ye I kno. Enjoy babes miss u already

Xx

Kk ily.

Ily 2. Txt me when u get to Vogue!

I shut my phone as the tube came to a halt.

We have arrived at bellsize park. A formal female voice informed us though the over head speaker. Not quite yet for me. Unless I wanted to walk 2 miles to work everyday. God I was exhausted. I decided to sit down and have a little nap

I awoke with the tube settling at a grinding halt. We were in the heart of London I jumped to my feet grabbing my suitcase handle and scurried out and into the open. I could see it all. Trafalgar square, the shops, the bustle, the double decker busses, the tourists, the street peformers. Oh and great the rain. It came pouring down drenching me to the bone. Then again what do you expect, its London. I needed to find 12c, Meredith grove. Took me a lot of asking and wrong turns. Id say a good 45 minutes.

But I finally found the apartment building with the dingy little hallway that belonged to my Aunt Katelyn. She had given me her apartment so she could go and travel the world. With what money I don't know. If I had money to travel the world, I sure as hell wouldn't be living in a place like this. I climbed the stairs and turned to the brown door of 12c. I turned the key in the lock, opened the door and hauled my bag in. the dropped it with a first thought was, was Aunt Katelyn fucking colorblind? What the hell was this? It was a retro style room with orange and yellow tiles on the floor, a hideously dark green kitchen, a little old television and a deep blue rug. That was all squished into the first room. There was an itchy sickly green couch showed against the window sill which gave me the wonderful and expensively beautiful view of an alleyway filled with rubbish bins and some creeps window directly across from me. I shivered and drew the moth-eaten curtains. The there was a tiny, mind I say dirty, bathroom complete with a half functioning toilet, and a shower that sprouts green water. Could this day get any better? Because I mean seriously, I was having the TIME of my life. NOT. Well Jess keep a happy face. Tomorrow you start your internship at Vogue. This is your moment to shine! Go get some rest. I found the dingy bedroom with a little wooden single bed to the one side. I put my suitcase by the door and was about to fall onto the bed, when I saw an envelope on my pillow. Oh it was nothing much, just aunt Katelyns version of "welcome" and how to look after the place. Because she works soooo hard to keep it tidy right? Oh and to remember to feed her cat Mr. Tibbles. Okay fine, off to bed now – cat? Oh shit Katelyn you didn't seriously leave me in care of your cat? Sure enough, as in right on que, a small ginger cat leaped onto my bed and fell asleep right on my pillow. Positivity Jess, positivity . . .