so far so great [hannah]

[kiara valerie mccord]

The personalized cherry red blackberry vibrated on the bed side table, demanding the attention of the still awake blonde. A loud sigh escaped a pair of glossed lips. The calls have been non stop for the past few days since she's been here. "Kiara speaking." The blonde answered, leaning back in the uncomfortable resort chair by her computer table. "How did you get my number? Uh, you know what? No comment, sorry. Have a good day." Without waiting for a response, her manicured index finger ended the call. Just as she was about to put the phone down, the cell phone rang again. She couldn't take this anymore. She had already told the press she would be on vacation. Why do they keep insisting on saying she was here to film? Sure, she tended to over book her schedule, and never stops working. But for heaven's sake, every human being needs a vacation. They should know by now that Miami was her one to-go vacation spot. She sighed. Too bad because she wished she was at work. But after she passed out during rehearsal from overworking, her agent had forced her to go take a vacation. If they hadn't practically tied her to the seat of her private jet, she would still be filming. Well at least she could use this time to learn her lines.

Kiara sighed, brushing her bangs out of her face. She needed a coffee. She had barely caught a glimpse of sleep. She pushed her chair back, standing up to stretch for a couple of seconds before making her way to her unpacked suitcases. She dug out her clothes and placed on an outfit. Tousling her curls out of the bun, she let it loose, cascading down past her shoulders. She brushed her teeth and put on some music, making it look more natural than overdone. She kissed her reflection before leaving her room. "Going somewhere, Miss Mccord?" A male's voice rang from across the hall, deep and throaty. Kia cursed under her breath before placing a fake smile, "Not anywhere without you!" She bluffed, pretending to be cheerful. "I was just about to ask you to join me for a coffee." Her bodyguard just shook his head before making his way down the hallway first. "You know.... I'm just going to get my car. It'll be right at the entrance. You don't have to tag along." She tried. She was hoping for some alone time. She hasn't had one of those in a while. But... of course, "Sorry Miss. Mccord. Sarah's orders." He shrugged, referring to her overly commanding and just a little bit scary agent.

The second the sliding glass doors opened, people were swarmed right in front of her, their cameras snapping, flashes dancing everywhere. Kiara, over here. Were shouted everywhere, trying to get her attention, microphones stuck in front of her face. Kiara, over here! We heard you fainted in set. What happened? Someone asked. She wasn't sure if it was someone in front of her, on her left or her right. There were so many flashes. Too many flashes. Micah was already trying to fend of the paparazzi, and all Kia could muster was "No comment," Over and over again. At some point she had tried to smile politely and tell them she was here for vacation and they needed to move aside so she could get to her car, but no one moved. In fact, it seemed they moved even closer to her. She couldn't see anything. Everybody were just shadows among bright lights. Stop, she tried to say. She couldn't see anything. She was starting to panic. She looked inside her bag, trying to locate her sunglasses. Where was that damn thing? But even as she looked inside her bag, all she could see was a lot of flashing and darkness. She couldn't breathe. She tried to push through the crowd so she could get in her car and get in some breathing room.

Before she knew it, darkness just enveloped her entirely. When she regained consciousness, the flashing seemed to double. Kiara, Kiara, are you sick?! Questions popped everywhere, but the voices were soon droned out as Micah led her back inside the resort. "You alright?" He asked, hand still behind her back. Kia blinked a couple of more times before everything stopped spinning. "I'm okay." She whispered, shaking her head a little. "I'm okay." She said again as if to reassure herself. She sighed, "I guess I'm not going out today." She half joked before adding an "Again." She reassured Micah at least ten more times before he truly believed that she was fine. She wasn't of course, but hell, she had to act like it. God knows word was going to get out in tomorrow's headline. There was going to be a lot of damage control tomorrow. Right after she gets a bigass yelling from Sarah. She sighed as she dug through her bag for her blackberry, texting her best friend.

"Hey H, I'm trapped. You up for food at the cafe?"

------------------------------------------------------------------------- tag hannah paige st. andrews
notes it is complete crap, sorry =/
words eight four six
outfit clickurz
credits photo's from photobucket >.>