My head was filled with maybe's, as I was in a bathing suit by the community pool. Alice opened the fence, wearing a plaid skirt and sheelvless white top. She's the new girl at school, and I thought to myself maybe she would talk to me, after all, it's still the summer, and she doesn't know better. Her family moved here a few weeks ago, and she hasn't been introduced yet to any of the groups. She's a quiet girl, pretty, and lives a couple blocks away from me. I got up from the side of the pool, pulled my feet out of the water and walked over to her, but she turned her back at me when she heard her mom calling her from the car. I looked down at the floor, and saw the white title by the pool, and my bare feet on them. I shouldn't be so shy, I thought to myself. I was a model, when I was younger. At age twleve, someone spotted my mom and I at the supermarket, when I was helping her put things in the cart. That was when my mom was alive, and that was before I went to go live with my dad. I didn't know my dad that well, but I remember the man who came up to me, and said I had wonderful eyes, and asked my mom if I was interested in modeling clothes. I have brown long hair, and a skinny figure, and the man said my eyes where pretty. My mom smiled, and I was confused why the man was talking about my eyes. Looking back, it doesn't surpirse me that much, because my mom was pretty. She was probably the most beuitaful women I ever known. People where always commenting how she didn't look her age, and how I resembled her. No one talked about my dad all that much, and this was before the accident. The accident happened shortly after I turned thirteen. I'm fourteen now. I was always quiet, but now I'm more quiet than ever.
I never seen her dad before, but I don't know her that well. Maybe her dad had died, I thought to myself, and maybe we can have that in common. I think she's pretty, and a lot of girls would think I'm handsom, if I would only talk a bit. I don't speak much. I spend most of my time reading books. My dad rolls his eyes at me, and says reading is a waste of time. "What's wrong with you" he would say to me, as he walked over to his pick up truck, "your mom was a good looking broad. Why aren't you modeling anymore? I bet you could bring in some money to this household." I still am not sure he's my real dad. We don't look a thing alike, as he is a overweight man wearing a sheeveless white wife beater and I'm skinny, and I still have the sheeveless tops from my dads of modeling clothes. My arms are skinny and long, and I remember smiling for the cameras. I was going to be on a TV commerical for a clothing store, before the accident.
I turned around as I heard a voice behind me. I hear footsteps, and I see this girl coming back to me. She smiles and says "Hi, I'm Alice".
"I'm Ash", I said, "Well, Ash. It's a nickname. My name is Ashton."
She looks at me and smiles, "It's nice to meet you." She puts out a hand and shakes it, and I smile a bit at her. Well, not really smile, more like a nervious smirk. I used to smile a lot for the cameras, but now I just smile for girls I'm nervous around. She looks at me and says "I think I reconginze you from somewhere. Where, um, where you in a commerical or something?"
"Well, when I was twleve, I was in a commerical for clothes. Back to school sale. Um, I still have the catalogue clippings in a scrap book. Do you want to see them sometime?"