KLUTZY ME JUST BEING ME

That's what I am and will always be. What was I even doing here, trying not to freak out and quit. Or run all the way back home. People like me should never go to Bascar's. Or anything outside something geeky and nerdy.

 I slipped past a massive throng of photographers, slinking beside a wall by a small showcase table. I held my arms together and tried to keep my cool and NOT do the first thing I'd been trying to do all morning. 

Disappear. 

kill myself. 

Be annihilated from the universe. And even in trying to be cool in my head, I still sound horribly geeky. 

" Daisy!" Someone called and I looked up to see tori heaving beside me. She went down on one knee " what are you doing here? Why'd you leave like that?" She placed a hand on my knee, eyes soft and tender " daisy you've got to stand up to Maddie. She's just a shameless bully…"

" That's right" 

" She's not. She's just obsessed with making every other person's life miserable. Doesn't mean she's right" yeah right. I looked away and she snuggled even closer " daisy you're the most amazing person ever. You're funny, smart and very friendly. It doesn't matter what Maddie says. You're not a geek" 

i smiled, wiping down a stray tear from my eyes " why do I get the feeling that you're just saying that so I don't run off?" She laughed, patting my arm. 

" Yeah. i was kinda worried that you'd sneak out. Like you always do. Come on daisy you know I need you here." 

" I could easily cheer you up in spirit. From the comfort of my room" 

" In your dreams" she pulled me up to my feet. Come on." Tori yipped, squeezing my arm so hard I yelped " take a look around and keep and an eye out for Justin. And the model agency. I'll go touch up on my make-up." She's going? Leaving me all alone? Me? A walking unfashionable disaster? NOOOOO! " Be back in a fro" she gave my cheek a little pinch and skipped off before I could protest. 

 so, this is me trying to be normal, standing like I know what I'm doing and not knock anything over. That shouldn't be too hard. I guess. 

 I took a look around. Lights and more lights flooded into my face, blinding me with the colors, lights and flashes of fashionable fashion. Everywhere around me everyone looked positively human. Fashionable. Everyone but me. 

Now, its not a known fact but I can't stay in a place for a minute. My hands begins to twitch and my legs begins to itch until I eventually end up where I'm probably not supposed to end up in. Like now. I just like to think of it as my adventurous and NOT disastrous spirit calling out to me so in absolute boredom, I wandered around the large crowded halls, looking, touching and trying to stay calm and not do the exact thing I'd likely do when I'm all alone. 

scream. 

Then run. 

And then scream again. 

In my wave of fashion wandering, I've just discovered one thing about fashion. 

Fashion is utterly and completely useless. for example, why is a glass shoe sole-less? I mean you had just one job shoe. And of what use is a hat made out straws and tied together with a few glittery strings? It doesn't keep out rain. Or the sun. The only use I'd probably have for a hat like that is as a freak-chew toy, considering that I've been chewing on my bedsheets each time I freak out which is why I never let dad into my room when my sheets are up. Then there was this bag without pockets! Or space for like, anything. It's just flat and heavy with 'sway girls' scrabbled across it in ink. Yet a girl next to me'd bought it for like 50 bucks without batting an eyelid. 

 I mean why should you have a bag you can't keep something in?! If someone gave me that as a birthday gift, I'd probably end up using it as a napkin, 50 bucks or no 50 bucks. 

 But as confusing as the fashion industry could be, it is quite enterprising. Armed with a felt pen, some art supplies and materials, I could make millions making bags and putting pictures of models across the top. 

Why the hell has that never even crossed my mind?

Lights came on from behind and a wind of people clapping and cheering hysterically washed into my ears. I ignored it, leaning against the wall and keeping my hands to myself. Must not mess anything up daisy, must NOT. 

" Daisy!" Tori screeched, waving at me from a corner by the stage. bright flashing blue lights came on and a neon mist filled the room, bathing me in its earthly glow. I moved away from the wall as gracefully as I could and right there and then, the universe decided to spice things up.

 Somehow, someway, a waiter appeared with a loaded tray of snacks and champagne and in my bid to move effortlessly through the crowd, I bumped into him, slipping over the marble floors in one flick. But get this. I didn't just slip through the floors and probably landed somewhere invisible so no one could see me slip out in epic embarrassment. Somehow and someway again, the slippery floors led me right up to the runway with me doing a impeccable impression of penguin on skates when the first model walked in. 

 It wasn't just any model though. It was Justin Hayes.