"Omg! Carla!" Said Lorenta, starting to hyperventilate. You see, she runs this massive model business and names like 'Carla' are not aloud. I know, it's harsh. "But madam" pleaded Wilson, "she is a great model!" " She is going to be on the front cover of Cliché Chic! addition 37!"

" I want her gone by morning." Said Lorenta, and she walked out the room. About 20 minutes later, I saw the Carla the beautiful model crying, as she got into a cab. Poor girl. My name is Charpae. Please, before you say anything, I hate high school musical. I was bullied for it in Primary school. Anyway, I am the top 17th model here at Cliché Chic-model company.

I got back to my apartment and opened my MacBook. I had an email from Wilson. I was gonna need a box of tissues.

SO THANKS FOR READING, BTW IM WRITING IN CAPS SO YOU KNOW IT ISNT PART OF THE STORY. I KNOW THIS IS SHORT BUT I SHOULD BE UPDATING SOON, WHEN MY WIFI WORKS. ITS BROKEN :'( BUT YEAH, I THINK I MIGHT DO A FEW CHAPTERS A WEEK