9 October 2012
Although the success of the first part was short or maybe even non- existent I decide to add the second part. Hopefully this will give you a bit more of a flavour of the actual story. Enjoy!
I used to go into Tokyo to clean Miss Hatching's windows every fortnight. I'd thought that, that would have prepared me for going to Glasgow but it didn't. Tokyo was full of neon lights, they lit up the night, but Glasgow was bleak and boring. Although, in other parts its actually quite pretty.
I hate Miss Hatching, she would tell me if I left the windows smeary then not only would she not pay me but she would wash my mouth out with the dirty water. Eventually she was taken away to live in an old-people's-home after she slipped on the wet floor. She told me to go and visit her there. Mum practically shoved me out the door and onto the train. Once I was there Miss Hatching sat eating a box of chocolates her rich nephew gave her. He works in the movie industry.
The taxi driver stopped outside a tall office block. Taking my plastic bags I climbed out the taxi and up the stone steps. There was glass double doors, they went very well with the modern look of the building. Inside there were rows of glass desks with partitions between each one. At the end of the rows of desks was a line of elevators. I turned to one of the women at the desks to ask where I needed to go, and found myself nose-to-nose with a skinny women. She had a long nose and small, beady eyes. It was hard to believe this women was involved with the fashion business. "What do you want?" The women asked unbuttoning and then taking off her green coat. It was very elegant looking, and must of cost quite a bit. "Where do I need to go? I'm looking for a Miss Clark." instead of answering the strange women lead me towards the lifts.
Miss Clark's office was quite spacious. One wall was made completely from glass and the other three were purple. There was a white sofa against one wall and at the back of the room there was a glass desk and chair. Miss C swept in with the kind of grace only someone involved with models could have. She had her brunette hair swept back in the kind of hairdo you see in picture from the 1930s. She had on a pair of purple dress trousers and a plain white blouse. She sat on the sofa. "Hello," she nodded towards the empty space on the sofa. "Did Chloe check you over?" " Um, she just said I have good legs and curves are coming back." "Hm, go to the changing rooms, Daniella will bring something to get changed into! Oh, before I forget, have you done any modelling before?" I shook my head. She looked me up and down then told me to go.
I looked myself in the mirror. The brown bikini I was wearing made everything bulge; my bum looked big, my tummy stuck out and I had goosebumps. If that wasn't bad enough the shade of brown made my skin look jaundice. Daniella was banging on the partition wall telling me to hurry up. To be honest I didn't really want this bunch of total strangers to see me in a bikini, usually I don't mind when I go swimming because I'll probably never see the people there again. Even then I don't wear a bikini as they make me look hideous. Especially the one I was wearing, just then. Daniella was almost screaming, now, I'd hate for her to lose her voice. I slowly slid the curtain back and stepped forward. I could see Daniella trying not to laugh. " I'll go and get Vicky!" She came back a minute or so later with Miss Clark in tow. All the time they were gone I'd worked at trying to play with the bikini, getting it to cover more of my bum and my boobs. I was also trying to get it to stop making my tummy bulge. "Darling, you look horrible! What size was that, Daniel?" "Daniella," Daniella mumbled. "I said, what size is that." She jabbed a finger in my direction. "A size 8." "That is never going to work! Get me a size 14!" Daniella scuttled away. " I hope Chloe was right about curves. If not I don't know what we'll do with you." I wasn't quite sure what do say.
After trying on about half a dozen different sizes of bikinis we decided the closest I would get to "a perfect fit" was a size 12. It was slightly small but better than the size 8. When I was, eventually, in the bikini, Miss Clark (or Vicky as she told me to call her) assessed me. She checked me over, compared colours to my skin tone and once I was fully dressed, got me to walk in high heels. When I thought we were almost done Vicky dragged me into a small makeup room. Some random girl came in and did my makeup a few times and played with my hair. Vicky watched as she did so and wrote a couple of things down. Only when my scalp felt like it was bleeding did Vicky decide that I was done. She sent me off and wandered back to her office.
Sadly, the part of London I was meant to be staying in was one of the bleak areas. Everyone walked around in scuffed trainers and sweaty t-shirts. The flat was right next to a butcher shop and had a matching red door. I unlocked the door and dragged my plastic bags up the stairs. Sadly, I wasn't the first person to arrive, this meant I wouldn't be able to bag the biggest room. "Hi," I smiled at the blonde girl. She whirled round looking slightly guilty. "I didn't hear you come in!" She exclaimed sashaying towards me "I was checking the fridge over." I glanced behind her, there was an open packet of skittles lying on the kitchen table. "Your a model aren't you?" I smiled at her knowingly. She nodded looking guilty, again."Have you any idea how many calories there are in skittles!" I scolded her playfully. I've never really been that shy. She shook her head, a smile playing on her pink lips. I couldn't help it, I suddenly burst out laughing. She gasped, probably in horror, at my dreadful laugh. I slapped my hand over my mouth, my eyes were probably as wide as hers, now. I told myself I would play it cool and I'd already embarrassed myself. "Don't worry I used to have a much worse laugh myself, anyway how did you guess I'm a model?" "Takes one to know one," I was only just getting used to the idea of being a model so it sounded weird saying it out loud. The girl gasped. "Here's my card, call me sometime!" She exclaimed "You'll get my manager but he'll redirect you." I looked at the card, written in pink sparkly letters was: Lottie Harpins model and actress! "Wow, um... thanks." I smiled at her sheepishly, she was probably expecting me to give her my card. Thankfully her iPhone started ringing. "I gotta take this." And with that she cleared off to her room. I looked at the other three bedrooms in the cramped flat. I chose one of the smaller ones, not that it made much difference. I chose that room because it has a balcony, not a very big one but big enough to stand on.
Lottie and I were sitting in the living room painting each other's toenails and listening to Ed Sheeran. Lottie had been sent this season's Barry M nail varnishes so we decided to test them out. My nails were fuchsia with cobalt spots. I was in the middle of painting Lottie's a bright shade of orange when the door opened and in walked a grumpy looking, blue haired girl with a guitar slung over her shoulder. She smirked as she walked past us and kicked off her DMs in the middle of the hallway. She disappeared into the other biggest bedroom. Although we didn't see her for another half an hour we could certainly hear her. There was a lot of mysterious thuds that came from her bedroom and then she started playing some really loud rock music. A little while later another girl walked in. She was very pretty with wavy red hair and petite, angular features. She had big brown eyes and thick dark lashes. She nodded to us and pulled off her beanie before disappearing into the small corridor the bedrooms are joined onto.
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