My problem might not seem like a problem, but it is. I have just been offered a modelling contract in London. I was having a cup of coffee at my local shopping centre with my best friend Liza and there was this woman who was looking at us all the time. Then she came up to our table and said to me that she was from the modelling agency, and she would like me to go and see them. At first I thought it was a joke, because I wasn't dressed up or anything. I got up late, and wore jeans and a sloppy jersey and didn't wash my hair. Anyway, my dad came with me to the agency and they took loads of photos and now they are offering me a contract.