Today has been easily the worst day of my life. I mean, I’ve never been through something so … UGH! Okay let me start from the beginning…
Here I am in the taxi cab to what I thought was going to be the most incredible modeling opportunity of my life. I’ve done a spot for Abercrombie and a few small-time magazine and billboard ads, but this photoshoot was going to launch my career. This was my opportunity to get my face out there. It would send me well on my way to my goal of modeling for the big names and strutting down the catwalk of Fashion Week. At least thats what my evil agent Natascia Matheson led me to believe. The cow called me to her office at EliteSim Modeling Agency yesterday and told me she’d set up the “opportunity of a lifetime” for me in a small town called Riverview, 5 hours away from SimCity. If I wanted to make the big bucks I would have to uproot my life and move to Riverview where I would be taken under the wing of some obscure yet highly noted fashion photographer Rex Doofenschmire.
”Dahling, there’ll be modeling gigs galore just waiting for you,” Natascia said.
“But it’s hours away,” I whined. “And I’ve never even heard of Riverview or Rex Doofenschmire.”
Natascia tossed her long brown hair and sat down the issue of SimFASHION magazine that she’d been thumbing through. “Look, sweetie. Do you want to be doing advertisements for SimLove Hotline your whole life? I didn’t think so. Now do you trust me? I’ve been your agent since you were 13 years old. It’s time for you to grow up, dahling. If you don’t take this opportunity, I’ve got scads of other models who will, and they’ll be making the big bucks and strutting the catwalks while you sit here doing SimLove ads.”
Inwardly, I fumed. I knew that those other models she spoke of included Katarzyna Risputo, the new long-legged blonde waif at EliteSim who had been taking all of my jobs recently, including my Abercrombie spot. No way was Katarzyna getting Rex Doofenschmire.
“I’ll take it,” I said firmly.
Natascia sat back and smiled. “Excellent. You’ll be leaving tomorrow.”
I rushed home to my apartment with visions of grandeur floating in my mind to pack and find a place to live in Riverview. I called the Riverview Real Estate Agency, and secured a lot in the most exclusive residential community. I come from a rich family and would never settle for less. Besides, I’d been living in near squalor in my penthouse apartment at the PlumBob Hotel ever since daddy cut off my credit cards, and I deserved to live in luxury again. So I bought the most expensive house I could find, which at 14,700 simoleons, was like way cheap. Suddenly, I was extremely excited and couldn’t wait to get started on my new life in Riverview.
The next day i climbed into the taxi with nothing but the clothes on my back and my new Gucci purse.
I couldn’t wait to see my new beautiful house. I couldn’t wait to meet Rex Doofenschmire and dive headfirst into my new modeling gigs. God, I was the luckiest girl in the world. Beautiful looks, a lean model’s body, and a promising modeling career. Could life get any better? The cab driver seemed to get a little annoyed with my chatter after the first half an hour, so I shut up and turned my attention to my BlackBerry.
Not even a cranky, balding cab driver could ruin my high. I browsed through the latest happenings with my fellow models from my ModelMayhem page. I saw that Katarzyna updated her page to brag that she’d landed a print advertisement with Simce and Gabbana, Ugh! How could a brand new model even land such a deal?! Not to be outdone, I went to sign in and tell of my new adventure with THE Rex Doofenschmire (whoever he was), when I got a strange message.
Huh? I’d been a member of EliteSim and its ModelMayhem hub since i was, like, 13. What’s that about? I chalked it up to signal troubles and placed my BlackBerry in my purse. I turned my head to look out the window. Yikes. We were driving through East Nowheresville or something. I saw a barn, a real barn, for Christ’s sake. Cows, grass, trees, and … was that a llama? I shook my head. Nothing like SimCity, that’s for sure. I couldn’t wait to get out of this podunk town and to fabulous Riverview and my fabulous new house. Wait a second … did that sign just say ‘Welcome to Riverview’? No way. I pressed my nose to the window in disbelief. THIS was the Riverview Natascia had boasted about? It was nothing like she’d described, that’s for sure. Oh well, maybe this was the poor side of town. I’m sure my home was in a more upscale, city-fied area. We rounded a corner and started to drive up a hill. I looked around and noticed the houses were, thankfully, becoming more substantial in size. My house couldn’t be too far now. I sat forward in eager anticipation.
Ooh! There it is! God, it was gorgeous, look at the palm trees! I watched as we drove straight past the beautiful house. Oh .. guess that wasn’t it. OMG, that must be the one!!
We drove past that one as well. Wait, we were slowing down now. I closed my eyes wanting to be surprised at my new home.
“Here we are, Miss.”
I opened my eyes…. to see nothing. Absolutely nothing but green grass, a mailbox, and a trashcan.
“No, this isn’t it, you must have made a mistake,” I said, confused.
The cab driver pulled out the paper with the directions. “Nope, sez right here, 345 Riverblossom Hills Drive.”
This had to be a joke. There was no house here. What was going on? Was I being Punk’d? I pulled out my BlackBerry and furiously dialed the Riverview Real Estate Agency to speak to Ramona, the woman who’d sold me the house. She answered cheerfully and my rage boiled over.
“Hello, Ramona? This is Karina, WHERE IS MY HOUSE?!” I demanded.
“Ms. Lovelace? Calm down. You didn’t buy a house, you bought a LOT at 345 Riverblossom Hills-”
I cut her off in the middle of her sentence. “WHY WOULD I BUY AN EMPTY LOT?! I BOUGHT A HOUSE! I’M GOING TO SUE YOU SO HARD YOUR GRANDCHILDRENS’ GRANDCHILDREN WILL BE PAYING!!”
“Excuse me? I suggest you calm down and think rationally, Ms. Lovelace, I specifially remember selling you that empty lot and I have the records here to prove it,” she said icily. “Did you really think you were buying a house in an exclusive gated community for 14,700 simoleons? Give me a break! Good day, Ms. Lovelace.”
I punched the End button on my phone. Oh My God. What was I going to do. I only had about 1300 simoleons to my name. All of my money had been put into the “house” I bought. I burst into tears. What was I going to do??
I wiped my tears and looked around. Oh well, I still had Rex Doofenschmire and my modeling gigs to look forward to … or so I thought then.
*Writer’s Note: Sorry about the extra long post being all on one page. I haven’t figured out how to break it down onto separate clickable pages yet*
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