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Ok, I started to write a book a while back?
- Thread starter Sarahh.
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but it is terrible lol, I will have to rewrite the whole first 2 chapters, but I dont know about this one, its chapter 3. story is a girl who has landed a job in New York as a stylist. She is just setteling in, in this chapter what do you think?
As I enter Gaz's apartment it reminds me of my mothers' house . Everything is perfect, not one thing out of place. Its all white; the sofa's, the wall 's, the unit's, even the TV. I have to pinch myself, it's so easy to mistake it for heaven. Oh god it is heaven, I must be dead ...just my luck ! I'm just expecting Gaz to turn around any moment, with a 6ft wing span and say " hi darling, welcome to the big house in the sky, you got in the elevator and crash, bang.....well you know the rest".
"So England eh? I’ve never been, what's it like? " Gaz says as he rolls up an exercise mat; which, is the only thing in the house that has any color ; a lovely shade of blue, reminds me of this gorgeous dress I have.
"Yeah its ok, New York looks far more interesting though " I say still slightly stunned at the perfect and clean apartment he has going on .
"Oh it is darling, it's just fabulous, any who would you like a green tea? " He asks as he walks into the big ....wait for it .. white kitchen. God how does he not get lost in here ? Everything blends in together, I would walk into everything; I would constantly be in hospital " Yes doctor, sorry I walked into the wall again, trying to find the door " .
"So have you been in New York long? " I ask. He nods his head up and down, while stuffing his face with a big cream cake. "Yes sweetheart, I’m a New Yorker born and bred “. As we go back into the living room, me with my hands out in front; trying to feel for the sofa. We sit down and I have an awful thought. Oh god imagine Mother Nature just decided to come along right now, how would I explain that one, on his gorgeous sofa too, well the place does need a bit of color, no Sophie stop being a bitch, doesn't suit you. I notice the gorgeous glass table he has in front of the sofa, but it's not what catches my eye, it's the mountain of vogue magazines sitting on top of the table.
" Your girlfriends into fashion then? " I ask, oh why did you ask that Sophie? He is obviously gay. See I get nervous in certain situations and this is one of them, I can tell because my red face is reflecting of the walls, and it seems like the whole room is glowing with me.
"Ha ha, no darling, I do not do girls, I think you have to ask Eugene the address of his opticians " he laughs.
"So what you here for ? " asks Gaz, now stuffing a massive bag of crisps into his mouth, how does he do it ? If that was me that cream cake would have gone straight to my hips, and they crisps right down to my ass.
"You know GLAM UP ! Well, I'm the new stylist " .
" OH MY GOD " he screams. "You... have... got... to... be... kidding... me " he shrieks while clapping his hands like a performing seal at deep sea world. "You have got to take me one day with you, please, I will be good ". I barley even know this guy, and its just a new job I'm starting, as if I'm really going to take him. "Ok, yeah no Probs, maybe one day ". I say, hoping he won't mention it again. I suppose he is cool in a way.
"So anyway, can you turn the music down, so I can try to get some sleep, please? " I ask. "Sure thing darling, anything you want , if it means I might meet some gorgeous celebs. I will do whatever you want.“ Oh no he isn’t going to forget it is he? Maybe he will walk into one of his doors, and bang his head so hard he will forget. He will just think I'm the cool English girl , knows the beckhams, and moans about the music.
As I enter Gaz's apartment it reminds me of my mothers' house . Everything is perfect, not one thing out of place. Its all white; the sofa's, the wall 's, the unit's, even the TV. I have to pinch myself, it's so easy to mistake it for heaven. Oh god it is heaven, I must be dead ...just my luck ! I'm just expecting Gaz to turn around any moment, with a 6ft wing span and say " hi darling, welcome to the big house in the sky, you got in the elevator and crash, bang.....well you know the rest".
"So England eh? I’ve never been, what's it like? " Gaz says as he rolls up an exercise mat; which, is the only thing in the house that has any color ; a lovely shade of blue, reminds me of this gorgeous dress I have.
"Yeah its ok, New York looks far more interesting though " I say still slightly stunned at the perfect and clean apartment he has going on .
"Oh it is darling, it's just fabulous, any who would you like a green tea? " He asks as he walks into the big ....wait for it .. white kitchen. God how does he not get lost in here ? Everything blends in together, I would walk into everything; I would constantly be in hospital " Yes doctor, sorry I walked into the wall again, trying to find the door " .
"So have you been in New York long? " I ask. He nods his head up and down, while stuffing his face with a big cream cake. "Yes sweetheart, I’m a New Yorker born and bred “. As we go back into the living room, me with my hands out in front; trying to feel for the sofa. We sit down and I have an awful thought. Oh god imagine Mother Nature just decided to come along right now, how would I explain that one, on his gorgeous sofa too, well the place does need a bit of color, no Sophie stop being a bitch, doesn't suit you. I notice the gorgeous glass table he has in front of the sofa, but it's not what catches my eye, it's the mountain of vogue magazines sitting on top of the table.
" Your girlfriends into fashion then? " I ask, oh why did you ask that Sophie? He is obviously gay. See I get nervous in certain situations and this is one of them, I can tell because my red face is reflecting of the walls, and it seems like the whole room is glowing with me.
"Ha ha, no darling, I do not do girls, I think you have to ask Eugene the address of his opticians " he laughs.
"So what you here for ? " asks Gaz, now stuffing a massive bag of crisps into his mouth, how does he do it ? If that was me that cream cake would have gone straight to my hips, and they crisps right down to my ass.
"You know GLAM UP ! Well, I'm the new stylist " .
" OH MY GOD " he screams. "You... have... got... to... be... kidding... me " he shrieks while clapping his hands like a performing seal at deep sea world. "You have got to take me one day with you, please, I will be good ". I barley even know this guy, and its just a new job I'm starting, as if I'm really going to take him. "Ok, yeah no Probs, maybe one day ". I say, hoping he won't mention it again. I suppose he is cool in a way.
"So anyway, can you turn the music down, so I can try to get some sleep, please? " I ask. "Sure thing darling, anything you want , if it means I might meet some gorgeous celebs. I will do whatever you want.“ Oh no he isn’t going to forget it is he? Maybe he will walk into one of his doors, and bang his head so hard he will forget. He will just think I'm the cool English girl , knows the beckhams, and moans about the music.