Hey guys, I know I haven't been on lately, all this school work is killing me. But anyways, I have to tell you guys something that happened two days ago. Here goes...
You know what, I'll put it in story form! It'll be more interesting that way.
I hopped to the beat of my headphones along the sidewalk, my converse slapping against the pavement with every step.†
"Locked up tight, like I would never feel again..."
I shook an unruly strand of hair out of my eyes. I was feeling rebellious today. I spread my hands to "use the force" to open the automatic doors to the Shopette. It's basically a convenience store a block away from my house. I smiled as a blast of cool air hit me.†
I walked down the aisles.†
"Let's see... Milk, milk, milk...." I was buying milk for my mom. She never let's me run errands like these, so when she said we had no milk, I quickly volunteered to buy it at the Shopette. I grabbed the handle to the glass cabinet that held the milk. I swung the door open, accidentally bumping into a young lady, probably in her twenties.†
"Oh! I'm so sorry," she apologized, clutching a bunch of flyers in her hands. I took off my headphones.†
"I'm so sorry... I should've watched where I was going..." I held my hand to my mouth. She smiled and extended her hand.†
"It's okay. My name's Kelly."†
"Mine's Alex." I smiled back at her and returned her handshake.†
"Say... I was actually looking for young girls that would be interested in modeling." She handed me a flyer. My jaw dropped and I clutched it in my hand, the milk carton dripping with condensation in my other hand.†
"Oh, but.... I'm not pretty..." I looked up at her, and she chuckled.†
"Of course you are. Sure, you may not be like tható" She gestured to a rack of magazines with supermodels plastered across the front covers. "óbut I think you're a very pretty young lady."
I blushed and looked back to the flyer. It was about some modeling company for the base.†
"Thank you." I smiled and looked back up at her. Her cell phone rang and she answered it, chatting about some job interview. I stood awkwardly, shifting the milk carton in my hand. She shut her cell phone and looked at me again.†
"So, if you want to talk to your mom about that, just call the number on the flyer if she says it's alright. Nice meeting you, Alex!" And with that last remark Ms. Kelly sauntered off. I smiled, looking at the flyer, and headed to the counter to purchase the milk.†
Needless to say, my mom wouldn't let me. She said I would have to skip school days several times just to go to photoshoots, and of course, I couldn't do that (although I did point out that skipping some classes wouldn't be all that bad, since I have all A's). But, oh well.†
This article has been read