Chapter One: ScoutedA Chapter by Cass MorganEmily gets scouted by a Ford Model scout.‘’Emily, hurry up!’’ my mother hurried me along. I sighed and sped up my
pace. Shopping with my mother and aunt wasn’t exactly the way I had pictured spending
my Saturday.
‘’Look, darling, isn’t this the perfect jacket for you?’’ my aunt
gushed, holding up a green and white striped (decidedly ugly) blazer. ‘’Oh, it would go perfect with your emerald eyes,’’ my mom joined in,
holding the jacket against my frame. ‘’I knew we should have called you
Emerald! Your father wouldn’t hear of it though. He said he wouldn’t have his
daughter named after a stone. I think it’s a real pity!’’
‘’Thank you, but I’m afraid it’s not my style,’’ I smiled politely. My aunt
shook her head. ‘’Nonsense, dear. Go try it on!’’
I shook my head. ‘’No, really, I have so many blazers already. But you have
beautiful green eyes, aunt Jane, and I think it’s just right for you. How about
you try it on?’’ I suggested. My aunt beamed at my compliment about her eyes
and smiled at me.
‘’Thank you, dear. You know what? Maybe I will.’’
‘’Yes, Jane, it would look beautiful on you!’’ my mother agreed.
‘’Are you sure it is not too young?’’ my aunt asked anxiously. My mother
and I shook our heads. My mother because she didn’t think it was too young, me
because I wanted my aunt to buy it and stop bothering me about it. Don’t get me
wrong, I really love my aunt Jane, but she has no fashion sense. Not
that I have, but at least I know what clothes suit me and my age.
‘’Clara, please come with me. I need your opinion!’’ Aunt Jane pleaded. My mother nodded and told me to stay in the shop and look around. I sighed. Sometimes, my mother treated me like a five year old. I began trailing through the shop, looking through the clothes. I rarely found anything I liked in this part of town. It was all a stuck up, old- ish kind of fashion. I liked the casual- sweet fashion. I liked vintage, sure, but not on me. Vintage never made me look good. Not that I looked all that good to start with. My mother and aunt always gushed about how beautiful I was and how they wished they had looked like that when they were young and stuff, but I never seemed to see what they saw. I looked so… plain. I had average eyes, average nose, average mouth. I hated the fact that my mouth was shaped into a pout. It made me look stuck up. I never actually had a boyfriend before, I wasn’t exactly popular at my high school. I was known as the quiet little mouse. I'd had 5 boys ask me out, in total. And I was 16. Two of them were in elementary school, three in high school. I turned them down, because I was scared. I was a little socially awkward- except with my friends. Yes, I actually had friends. I had two crazy-a*s BFF’s, Tennessee and Dakota. They both had a name of a state, weird, right? I thought it was cool, though.
‘’Emily?’’ I heard a girly voice squeal and I turned around so fast that I
got whiplash. It was Dakota,with her elder sister
Savannah.
‘’Dakota!’’ I squealed, and we hugged. I laughed as we did our special
handshake. It was probably childish and immature, but we’d been doing it since
we met in kindergarten, and we weren’t about to stop now. Savannah grinned, shaking her head, and started to browse through the rows of clothing in the shop. I turned my attention back to Dakota.
‘’I didn’t know you were going to be here, bae!’’ she smiled, hugging me
again.
‘’I didn’t know you were going to be here either!’’
‘’Are you alone?’’
‘’No, I’m with mom and Aunt Jane,’’ I said, making a face. She made a face,
too. ‘’Ugh, horrible. Why on earth do you go with them?’’
‘’Mom makes me! She threatens to take away my allowance, if I don’t.
Apparently, aunt Jane enjoys the company of young people and we should do
all we can to make her happy. She’s had a rough life up till now. Whatever,’’
I said.
‘’Come on, be nice for an old lady!’’
‘’She’s not that old. She’s just a few years older than mom and you know
what? The only ‘rough’ thing in her life up till now was that she had a severe
case of pneumonia and she never married.’’ I caught Savannah’s disapproving look. ‘’Okay, I know I’m being mean and
judgmental and horrible, but you aren’t dragged from shop to shop, being
forced to try on the most horrible outfits and ‘model’ for them,’’ I
said. Dakota slung an arm around me. ‘’Come on, you’ll survive,’’ she smiled.
‘’Why don’t you ask your mother if you can shop with me and Savannah? You
know school starts a day after tomorrow and we can use the excuse that we have to
find an outfit,’’ she suggested. I grinned at her. ‘’Sometimes, Dakota, I
really think you’re making use of those brains inside your head!’’
‘’Hey!’’ she protested, hitting my arm. ‘’I’m always making use of
them!’’
‘’Yeah, yeah,’’ I giggled, poking her side. She poked back, making me
squeal.
‘’’Well, dearie. Who is this pretty young lady?’’ aunt Jane’s voice said
next to me. I looked up managed to stop laughing. Dakota pulled herself
together as well and offered aunt Jane a hand, who looked positively delighted.
She shook poor Dakota’s hand so firmly that the girl clutched her hand in pain
after it had been released.
‘’I’m Dakota Remmington,’’ she introduced herself.
‘’Why, Dakota. I’m positively delighted to meet you. I’m Emily’s aunt. You
can just call me aunt Jane, if you want,’’ she smiled.
‘’Nice to meet you as well,’’ Dakota mumbled, still clutching her hand. I
bit my lip so as to not start laughing. Poor girl!
My mom came over and smiled at my friend. ‘’Hello, Dakota!’’
‘’Hi, Mrs. Ricketts!’’ Dakota greeted back.
‘’Oh, mom. Do you mind if I continue the shopping with Dakota and Savannah?
We’ve just got to find a new outfit for tomorrow and Dakota and I always
do that together. Please, please, please?’’ I begged. My mother frowned,
but before she could say anything aunt Jane gave me a broad smile.
‘’Why of course, Emily! I’m sure your mother won’t mind. We can’t break the
tradition, can we? Well, Clara, shall we continue?’’ she took my mother’s arm
and dragged her out of the shop. Oh, dear aunt Jane. I take everything back
what I said about her. Sometimes I could just hug her! Well, maybe I wouldn’t
go that far.
‘’Come on Dakota, Emily! Let’s go!’’ Savannah called us, impatiently, and
Dakota started dragging me out of the shop.
We went to Mia’s Mansion first, where they have awesome girls
clothes. I found the cutest white dress with gorgeous light pink heels.
‘’Go on, try it on!’’ Dakota and Savannah urged. I hesitated, but went into
the dressing room and put on the dress and shoes. I had to admit, it looked
pretty good. The white dress made my too light skin seem more tanned, somehow
and the heels made my legs look long and slender. The dress wasn’t too short
either, it went to just above my knee. It was perfect.
‘’Guys, I think I’m going to get this,’’ I said, stepping out of the room
and strutting about in front of them. Dakota snapped some pictures, laughing.
‘’Look at the model,’’ she grinned. Savannah shook her head. ‘’I’m jealous,
Emily. You’re sixteen and you have a really good body. Yet you never seem to
work out or diet. How do you do that?’’
I laughed. ‘’My body is anything but really good. There’s nothing to
be jealous about. I’m not even that pretty.’’
‘’Oh, but you are,’’ a deep voice said. We all looked around, trying to
find the owner of the voice. We saw a man dressed in a grey suit standing at
our right. He took a step forward and held out his hand.
‘’Robert Jensen,’’ he introduced himself. I cast a confused look at Dakota
and Savannah. Should I actually shake hands with a forty year old guy who
called me pretty? I decided to be polite and shook his hand. ‘’Emily
Ricketts,’’ I introduced myself.
‘’I’m sure you must be confused and thinking I’m a weirdo, but actually I’m
a scout-’’
Savannah’s eyes widened, but Dakota and I shot each other confused glances.
What kind of ‘scout’?
‘’I’m a scout for Ford Models, the largest international model
company in America,’’ he clarified. Dakota’s eyes widened, but I was still
confused. What did this have to do with anything?
‘’I was sent out today to find a new model for Celina Thayer’s new clothing
line International. And you, you’re perfect for that position.’’ © 2015 Cass MorganAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on December 14, 2015 Last Updated on December 15, 2015 AuthorCass MorganIn a hat..., with a cat., NetherlandsAboutHi! My name is Cassandra Morgan, but everybody just calls me Cass. I come from the Netherlands, but since both my parents are English, I speak, write and read English fluently. I love reading, .. more..Writing
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