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I'm 21 name is Georgia, but I rather people call me Genny, its like Jenny but with a G. Why do I like to be called Genny? Long story short I hate the name Georgia. But enough about my name, I am now an up and coming model for Ford models in New York City. The place of opportunities, yeah right....you would think being a model is an easy and exciting job. Well you have it wrong, it suck big ones and I'm thinking about quitting and just going back to Oklahoma my hometown. Today I'm making my decision; I have a big meeting with my agent, oh joy! I hope you sense my sarcasm.
Usually when I go to big meetings like this I dress as nice as possible, but today I am definitely NOT in the mood to impress people. I pull on sweats, an old camp shirt, and pull my hair up in a loose bun. I grabbed my cars keys and I was out the door, I smiled at my new Land Rover the one thing modeling brought into my life. As I get in I realize I forgot my cell, as I get closer to my door I realize there is someone sitting on my front porch. My eyes glance over the navy blue hat, I know who it is.
It's Patrick Stump.
Stopping in front of him my eyes grow wide, I thought I would never see him again. He looks at me like I'm ghost, like he has never seen me before. But what do you expect?, we haven't seen each other in 3 years; things change fast. Slowly he stands up, with quick and nervous reaction I give him a lingering hug he returns the favor with stiff arms.
" Patrick, how did you find me?" , I whispered in his ear. Letting me out of his stiff grasp he looked at me with shy eyes.
" Georgia, I have spent forever looking for you."
I looked down at my feet blushing, he is the reason no one can call me Georgia. He is the only one who says it right. I've missed him.
Usually when I go to big meetings like this I dress as nice as possible, but today I am definitely NOT in the mood to impress people. I pull on sweats, an old camp shirt, and pull my hair up in a loose bun. I grabbed my cars keys and I was out the door, I smiled at my new Land Rover the one thing modeling brought into my life. As I get in I realize I forgot my cell, as I get closer to my door I realize there is someone sitting on my front porch. My eyes glance over the navy blue hat, I know who it is.
It's Patrick Stump.
Stopping in front of him my eyes grow wide, I thought I would never see him again. He looks at me like I'm ghost, like he has never seen me before. But what do you expect?, we haven't seen each other in 3 years; things change fast. Slowly he stands up, with quick and nervous reaction I give him a lingering hug he returns the favor with stiff arms.
" Patrick, how did you find me?" , I whispered in his ear. Letting me out of his stiff grasp he looked at me with shy eyes.
" Georgia, I have spent forever looking for you."
I looked down at my feet blushing, he is the reason no one can call me Georgia. He is the only one who says it right. I've missed him.
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