Anything Can Happen
Chapter 1
“The hardest part of today is a hangover
empty bottles and empty promises
I got every person I need
and it's gonna be one hell of a messy night!
I can't remember last night. I can't remember anything!”
I groaned from under the covers wondering who was stupid enough to bother me as I tried to sleep. I reached out from under my purple covers and clasped my phone in my hands, opening it, and placing it on my ears.
“Yes?” I answered with I’m guessing sleep still surrounding my voice.
“You do realize that you have a photo shoot at ten a.m. and as of right now, its 8:20. Oh and let’s not forget that your boss, Chris Fairchild, decided on having a surprise photographer do this shoot instead. So my dear friend, PLEASE GET YOUR ASS UP!" I heard my annoyingly best friend Athena yell on the other end of the phone before hanging up.
"God help the poor bloke that marries her." I thought as I got up and went to my black with marble bathroom with the clothes I picked out from last night before sleeping. As I stepped into the shower and felt the scalding warm water roll down my body relaxing my tense muscles; did I finally realize what my friend said about Chris having a surprise photographer at today's shoot.
"God I hope this person is not like all the rest." I thought as I remembered all the photographers from before and their annoyingly grating chipper voices as they placed me in some of the worlds most sexist and awful garments known to anyone. They all, however, had it coming as I had went in to the last shoot with my newly made left sleeve of barbed wire connecting to the logos of all my favorite bands. Everyone thought that just because I was a goody-two shoes model and looked like it too; I wouldn't have an ounce of a backbone. Well, they obviously won't think that anymore.
empty bottles and empty promises
I got every person I need
and it's gonna be one hell of a messy night!
I can't remember last night. I can't remember anything!”
I groaned from under the covers wondering who was stupid enough to bother me as I tried to sleep. I reached out from under my purple covers and clasped my phone in my hands, opening it, and placing it on my ears.
“Yes?” I answered with I’m guessing sleep still surrounding my voice.
“You do realize that you have a photo shoot at ten a.m. and as of right now, its 8:20. Oh and let’s not forget that your boss, Chris Fairchild, decided on having a surprise photographer do this shoot instead. So my dear friend, PLEASE GET YOUR ASS UP!" I heard my annoyingly best friend Athena yell on the other end of the phone before hanging up.
"God help the poor bloke that marries her." I thought as I got up and went to my black with marble bathroom with the clothes I picked out from last night before sleeping. As I stepped into the shower and felt the scalding warm water roll down my body relaxing my tense muscles; did I finally realize what my friend said about Chris having a surprise photographer at today's shoot.
"God I hope this person is not like all the rest." I thought as I remembered all the photographers from before and their annoyingly grating chipper voices as they placed me in some of the worlds most sexist and awful garments known to anyone. They all, however, had it coming as I had went in to the last shoot with my newly made left sleeve of barbed wire connecting to the logos of all my favorite bands. Everyone thought that just because I was a goody-two shoes model and looked like it too; I wouldn't have an ounce of a backbone. Well, they obviously won't think that anymore.
Notes
I finally finished the first chapter; tell me what you think?Song credit: Football season is over-Bring Me The Horizon
11/6/12