It's Not As Easy As It Looks, chapter 1
I laughed at my reflection again, I laughed at how pathetic it was that my reflection hated me, my friends always told me to not put myself down, and everytime I did, they would make sure how stupid I was.
I wasn't the average girl in my school, I wasn't how they all wanted me to be, I was short and fat, I hardly wore make up and I didn't stuff toilet paper down my top, ofcourse I envied the popular girls, they were perfect, but hell in my school even they got picked on.
I guess life isn't perfect.. Or fair.
I was snapped out of my thinking by my phone blurting out lyrics to the song minority, I was so cheap I recorded it off the T. V.
"H- hello?"
"Hey Jenni, it's your mom" Great, just who I needed to talk to, it wasn't a bad thing, I loved my mom, but she was under the shadow of my father, my father was another thing, I loved him when he was in his happy stage, and wanted him dead when he was pissed off, I was 24 and I finally moved out of my parents house, in a way I was sad, since most of my memories were held there, but it was annoying that my parents still could boss me around until I left.
So I was out on my own and I had just finished a photography course in college, my parents looked down on me like I was 14 again, well I did still act it.
"Hey mom what do you want?"
"Oh you said you was coming over at 3 and it's 4 now" I cursed to myself and turned slowly to face my clock, sure enough it was 4pm"
"Oh sorry, i'll be right there"
"Well hurry, you know what your dad gets like"
"Yeah yeah" Stupid paranoid cunt, my dad was anyways, my mom would let me stay out and walk home from my school with my best friend, while my dad was away working abroad for a week to get some extra money.
"Bye" I said hanging up, I sighed and looked down, wow I was really lazy, I was still in my PJ's.
I ran into my room at super speed and got dressed, I looked at the clock again, 4:10, I could catch the bus since I didn't have a car.
***
I knocked on the door slowly and my mom answered it.
"You don't have to knock"
"I did anyways" I sighed and walked in, I laughed as I saw my 13 year old fat cat, I poked her and she just looked at me with dazed eyes. I looked at my dad and smiled.
"Hey"
"Hi"
"So what you here for?" My mom asked.
"Erm.. I don't know"
"Well yesterday you phoned and said you had something important to tell us"
"Maybe she has something wrong with her" My dad said worriedly as I thought what had been so important. My mom always said it can't be important if I forget it, I sighed and remembered.
"Okay I remember" It was something that had been lodged in my throat for over a week, I couldn't bring it up, because when I did I would say I forgot or some other rubbish excuse, I looked at my parents and smiled weakly, knowing they weren't going to like the idea, I could see my dad getting very impatient.
"I got my photography job last week"
"Very good, i'm proud" My dad gleamed not letting me finish my sentence.
"And.." I sighed.
"My first job isn't nature like I had wanted, it's to shoot some famous band or something.. In.. In New York" My dad shook his head.
"No"
"Dad, it's my first thing on this job"
"It's too dangerous"
"I'm 24, get it into your head"
"But your my daughter" My mom leaned over and whispered something in my ear;
"Don't argue with him, you know what he's like"
"NO! I've had a enough of fucking you two, not letting me grow up! DEAL WITH IT! I'm 24 and I want to get a life, but your holding me back!" And with getting that out of my system I ran outside and managed to just catch the bus back to my own place.
I opened the door and quietly sunk down on the sofa.
"Fuck, fucking fucking FUCK!" I yelled, getting the rest out without damaging anything, I broke down crying and my phone rang. I groaned rubbing my head, if it were my parents, I didn't want to hear them, and if it was someone else, I didn't feel like talking to them. Still I managed to pick it up.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey this is Wade Brands, I do photography for Green Day and I hear your the rookie on this job" He laughed.
"I booked the plane and you will get to meet them some time this week, that okay?" Week?! Fucking hell yes I was weak.. No wait I get to meet them in a week.. Fuck this is not happening.. Wow.
"Yeah that's fine.. What class am I flying at?" I asked out of curiosity.
"First" I jumped up and gleamed with happyness, I did a little dance and finished.
"Thanks"
"Okay, see you Thursday rookie" I'm gonna have to get used to being called that, I just really hope my skills are good enough for them, hell I haven't had a proper shoot before, and now it's with Green Day.. Cool.
Wait rewind.. What just happened? My first job is shooting Green Day.. That didn't sound right, but anyways, what if i'm not good enough? And they say i'm stupid and kick me out and hate me forever.
Shut up Jenni your giving yourself a headache.
***
I sat on the plane, I was a little uncomfortable, wearing my converses and MCR top, I looked around, everyone was in buisness suits reading the daily times and shit like that, while I turned my mp3 on full blast, I was going to get an iPod.. One day. Who knows I might get paid alot for this job, but hey i'd do it for free.
I groaned infrustration and held my ears, I hate landing, even the boiled sweets don't help.
"Ow fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuuuuck" I moaned outloud, a couple of people looked at me, but I didn't care, it felt as if my ears were bleeding.
I landed and gladly got off the plane.. I wasn't the type of person to sleep on a plane, so I was waiting every second to get off, I actually managed to get my luggage without being dragged away by it, since I had packed light, I walked to the exit and smiled, I was in New York, I was in America.. Then it hit me, I was doing a photo shoot with Green Day and all I felt was fear, until someone tapped my shoulder, they was holding a sign with WALKER written on it in big letters, I smiled and nodded and followed the guy, with my suitcase in tow.
I gasped.. A limo, I got inside and laughed, school really did pay off, I think I could get used to this job.
I walked into the centre where a man walked up to me.
"Are you Jennifer Walker?"
"Yeah, call me Jenni"
"Okay Jenni, i'm Wade Brands" He smiled shaking my hand.
"Nice to meet you" I said smiling like a little kid on a sugar overdose.
"You here to shoot Green Day?" He asked.
"But she hasn't got a gun" Someone said, I turned around to see who it was and gasped, I stopped right in my tracks, dead, and all I could do was stare...
I wasn't the average girl in my school, I wasn't how they all wanted me to be, I was short and fat, I hardly wore make up and I didn't stuff toilet paper down my top, ofcourse I envied the popular girls, they were perfect, but hell in my school even they got picked on.
I guess life isn't perfect.. Or fair.
I was snapped out of my thinking by my phone blurting out lyrics to the song minority, I was so cheap I recorded it off the T. V.
"H- hello?"
"Hey Jenni, it's your mom" Great, just who I needed to talk to, it wasn't a bad thing, I loved my mom, but she was under the shadow of my father, my father was another thing, I loved him when he was in his happy stage, and wanted him dead when he was pissed off, I was 24 and I finally moved out of my parents house, in a way I was sad, since most of my memories were held there, but it was annoying that my parents still could boss me around until I left.
So I was out on my own and I had just finished a photography course in college, my parents looked down on me like I was 14 again, well I did still act it.
"Hey mom what do you want?"
"Oh you said you was coming over at 3 and it's 4 now" I cursed to myself and turned slowly to face my clock, sure enough it was 4pm"
"Oh sorry, i'll be right there"
"Well hurry, you know what your dad gets like"
"Yeah yeah" Stupid paranoid cunt, my dad was anyways, my mom would let me stay out and walk home from my school with my best friend, while my dad was away working abroad for a week to get some extra money.
"Bye" I said hanging up, I sighed and looked down, wow I was really lazy, I was still in my PJ's.
I ran into my room at super speed and got dressed, I looked at the clock again, 4:10, I could catch the bus since I didn't have a car.
***
I knocked on the door slowly and my mom answered it.
"You don't have to knock"
"I did anyways" I sighed and walked in, I laughed as I saw my 13 year old fat cat, I poked her and she just looked at me with dazed eyes. I looked at my dad and smiled.
"Hey"
"Hi"
"So what you here for?" My mom asked.
"Erm.. I don't know"
"Well yesterday you phoned and said you had something important to tell us"
"Maybe she has something wrong with her" My dad said worriedly as I thought what had been so important. My mom always said it can't be important if I forget it, I sighed and remembered.
"Okay I remember" It was something that had been lodged in my throat for over a week, I couldn't bring it up, because when I did I would say I forgot or some other rubbish excuse, I looked at my parents and smiled weakly, knowing they weren't going to like the idea, I could see my dad getting very impatient.
"I got my photography job last week"
"Very good, i'm proud" My dad gleamed not letting me finish my sentence.
"And.." I sighed.
"My first job isn't nature like I had wanted, it's to shoot some famous band or something.. In.. In New York" My dad shook his head.
"No"
"Dad, it's my first thing on this job"
"It's too dangerous"
"I'm 24, get it into your head"
"But your my daughter" My mom leaned over and whispered something in my ear;
"Don't argue with him, you know what he's like"
"NO! I've had a enough of fucking you two, not letting me grow up! DEAL WITH IT! I'm 24 and I want to get a life, but your holding me back!" And with getting that out of my system I ran outside and managed to just catch the bus back to my own place.
I opened the door and quietly sunk down on the sofa.
"Fuck, fucking fucking FUCK!" I yelled, getting the rest out without damaging anything, I broke down crying and my phone rang. I groaned rubbing my head, if it were my parents, I didn't want to hear them, and if it was someone else, I didn't feel like talking to them. Still I managed to pick it up.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey this is Wade Brands, I do photography for Green Day and I hear your the rookie on this job" He laughed.
"I booked the plane and you will get to meet them some time this week, that okay?" Week?! Fucking hell yes I was weak.. No wait I get to meet them in a week.. Fuck this is not happening.. Wow.
"Yeah that's fine.. What class am I flying at?" I asked out of curiosity.
"First" I jumped up and gleamed with happyness, I did a little dance and finished.
"Thanks"
"Okay, see you Thursday rookie" I'm gonna have to get used to being called that, I just really hope my skills are good enough for them, hell I haven't had a proper shoot before, and now it's with Green Day.. Cool.
Wait rewind.. What just happened? My first job is shooting Green Day.. That didn't sound right, but anyways, what if i'm not good enough? And they say i'm stupid and kick me out and hate me forever.
Shut up Jenni your giving yourself a headache.
***
I sat on the plane, I was a little uncomfortable, wearing my converses and MCR top, I looked around, everyone was in buisness suits reading the daily times and shit like that, while I turned my mp3 on full blast, I was going to get an iPod.. One day. Who knows I might get paid alot for this job, but hey i'd do it for free.
I groaned infrustration and held my ears, I hate landing, even the boiled sweets don't help.
"Ow fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuuuuck" I moaned outloud, a couple of people looked at me, but I didn't care, it felt as if my ears were bleeding.
I landed and gladly got off the plane.. I wasn't the type of person to sleep on a plane, so I was waiting every second to get off, I actually managed to get my luggage without being dragged away by it, since I had packed light, I walked to the exit and smiled, I was in New York, I was in America.. Then it hit me, I was doing a photo shoot with Green Day and all I felt was fear, until someone tapped my shoulder, they was holding a sign with WALKER written on it in big letters, I smiled and nodded and followed the guy, with my suitcase in tow.
I gasped.. A limo, I got inside and laughed, school really did pay off, I think I could get used to this job.
I walked into the centre where a man walked up to me.
"Are you Jennifer Walker?"
"Yeah, call me Jenni"
"Okay Jenni, i'm Wade Brands" He smiled shaking my hand.
"Nice to meet you" I said smiling like a little kid on a sugar overdose.
"You here to shoot Green Day?" He asked.
"But she hasn't got a gun" Someone said, I turned around to see who it was and gasped, I stopped right in my tracks, dead, and all I could do was stare...
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