When An Accident Prone No One Runs Into A Celebrity There Will Be Chaos...

Chapter 19

One week. It was over and done with within the space of one week. It only took two days for me to write, edit and get the article ready to present. I barely left the kitchen table for the entire two days. I barely even factored in enough time to sleep, eat and drink. But I physically couldn’t stop writing until I was finished. For two days I went on auto pilot and the only thing circulating my mind was new ideas and sentences for my article. By the time I had eventually finished the article I was completely and utterly exhausted. I literally drained all my energy into the article every word containing a little part of me. I just wanted to sleep for days after I finally allowed my pen to drop from my hand. Then of course once it was finished Chelsea had to get it proofread to make sure it was of an acceptable quality. It only occurred to me then that Chelsea had never actually seen me write anything. It made me feel brilliant to have such trust bestowed upon me without any evidence at all. But then I saw the room packed full of editors who looked pretty much ready to rewrite every word if they had to. That brilliant feeling faded pretty quickly after I walked into the meeting.

Now that was a truly terrifying experience. I had to sit in this characterless glass room which just looked bare, empty and cold. I felt utterly trapped and all the glass made it quite literally a greenhouse. It was so stiflingly hot that I could barely even breathe properly which didn’t help. So I had to sit in silence whilst some very severe looking writers scrutinized every letter with ominous red pens poised in their fidgeting hands. I spent most of my time watching their every expression hoping to catch a flicker of opinion. But they didn’t give anything away; they all had on their best poker faces on. Finally they all placed down their pens and handed Chelsea back their edited versions. I leapt to my feet and darted across the room, (as soon as the editors left the room obviously,) to be able to see their alterations. Somehow my writing escaped with only the smallest trace of red corrections on a few sentences. Apart from that they all seemed pretty pleased with it. In fact Chelsea was beaming at me the second she finished reading which made me glow with pride. Apparently it was perfect and with a few minor corrections it was ready to go.

Word had spread so fast amongst the newspapers it only took four days to open bidding, watch the figures rise and eventually close the deal. I’m not going to tell you how big my cut of the profits were because that is private information and I’m not one to brag… Having said that, let’s just say that my student debt is no longer a problem! So there in less than one week I have finally cut Ollie out of my life. He’s gone and I can now let go, heal and move on…

No wait, apart from tonight, because tonight I have to go to some dumbass celebrity party to celebrate some sort of charity event and guess who’s going to be there? Yes, that’s right Ollie Daniels and his ‘delightful’ girlfriend Natasha. The invitation arrived a few days earlier I couldn’t even be bothered to finish reading it my mind was pretty much made up after reading the first sentence. I immediately rang Chelsea and told her I couldn’t make it, creating some elaborate excuse dreamt up by Emmie just to get me out of it. But Chelsea pretty much told me that I had to get myself to the party; no matter what. It was something about having to promote the article or say goodbye or something. You just don’t argue with Chelsea so its look like I’m sort of stuck.

Right now I am sat in front of my mirror checking every angle of my appearance. I spent hours scouring my wardrobes until I found a dress remaining from one of Annaleigh’s shopping excursions. It’s a beautiful emerald green dress and in principle I should look amazing in it. But no matter which angle I scan myself from in the mirror all I see is flaws. I really want to look good so I don’t seem like so pathetic in front of Ollie. I want to feel good about myself like the way I did at Ollie’s premiere party, (well before the incident.) That night I had sparks in my heels as I clicked confidently across the red carpet. Not tonight. The shoes aren’t tall enough but at the same time they’re far too tall for me to walk in. The dress is beautiful; on someone else that is, on me it’s just not right. I’m not glamorous enough to pull it off. I tried putting my hair up but it looked ridiculous and I ran out of time so I just had to leave it down without doing much with it. The buzzer goes for the flat so I’m guessing that’s time up for me in my effort to make myself look acceptable.