(a/n - I am so sorry for doing this to you all. You have no idea how hard it is to literally be killing all of the nice people in the fandoms. I can't bear to write long scenes regarding their deaths, and I cannot wait to get into the more lighthearted part!)
Chapter 8
Aveline tottered up to the desk in her heels and mini skirt, wondering where she was.
"Eh, maybe I've got into one o' them good modellin' comps," she smiled to herself as she grabbed her sticker and moved through the door. She clattered down a corridor until she heard music. Not bothering to listen to what was actually playing, or reading any signs, Aveline click clacked her way down the corridor, presuming that that would be where she was meant to be. Afterall, models had to model to music didn't they?
Aveline panicked slightly when she realised that she didn't have all of her things with her.
"What am I modellin'? Where's me lippy? How did I get here?" She cried dramatically, before deciding that to be professional she would need to try and make the best of the situation. She began fixing her hair and smoothing down her shirt.
At the end of the day, she had to look her best, didn't she?
