1A/N: Okay, well, here it is. My first attempt at original fiction in years. I'm not quite happy with it... but I really just wanted to get it out of my system. So, read and review, and don't be afraid to be harsh... I can take that kind of criticism.
Survival of the Thinnest
Prologue
There were eight of us, from the very beginning. We were a group, a team, inseparable. And, if you asked me, I honestly couldn't tell you why we were friends. It certainly wasn't because we liked each other; far from it; we hated each other if you must know. And it wasn't as though we felt threatened by one another; we were never in competition for a modeling job. I suppose it was out of necessity; after all, in the cruel world of modeling, the laws of nature apply. Safety in numbers is one of those laws. So as all eight of us stood in the lobby of Life Models and looked around, one steamy August afternoon, we realized that in this world, you could get the axe before you even had a chance to be warned. So we became friends.
It really was that simple. We all started talking, and before I knew what was going on, we had traded numbers and were promising to meet to go shopping.
All of us got small contracts with Life Models, and things went great. None of us went to the same school, but it didn't really matter. We saw each other all the time, whether we were shopping, working out, or stomping the streets of New York on our way to one photo shoot or another. Yes, things were working out just fine.
That is, until Life Models shut down.
It was a really crappy modeling agency, and would take almost anyone. All of us were going to try to get a contract with a new place anyway when it announced its closing, about a year after they had signed the eight of us.
Of course, we did everything modeling-wise as a group; we couldn't expect our non-model friends to understand the jungle that is the modeling industry. So, naturally, we decided to try and get contracts with a new agency all together. That agency just so happened to be Glitz Models.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm a perfectly optimistic person, but with enough experience with the laws of nature, your optimism can get pretty worn. So as we all walked into the office of Glitz Models, I knew that something was going to go wrong. After all, when survival of the fittest- one of the laws of nature- is put into practice, usually, only the fittest survives. As in, fittest singular.