“Ms. Young and Ms. Williams?” A guy who’s holding a paper asked.
“I’m Celena Young.” I said.
“I’m Bonnie Williams.”
“Okay, I got it. Please be early for at least five minutes tomorrow.” He said.
We both nodded. I admit that we kinda arrived almost on the time that was given to us. I should really wake up early tomorrow. I need to get myself used to it. Should I put two alarm clocks?
There’s a lot of pretty girls in here. Prettier than me and sexier. God, this will be hard. It’s not that I’m competing with them, its just—it will be hard to gain full confidence and believe in myself that I deserve to be here.
I’m sure these girls have dreamed to be a model ever since, while I’m just a curious girl who has nothing to do in life. It’s not that I don’t want this, thats just what I think.
