Mystic High Popularity Rating - Volume 1 Chapter 27 22

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My emerald, sea blue eyes were focused on the camera as I made various graceful poses. The high waisted white shorts, exposing my slender figure. The camera clicking every now and then reminding me that I was alive.

“Right there Dotty!! Now hold that pose, hold it.. Yes!! Ok now turn to the left a bit!” The camera man yelled, making crazy gestures while snapping away.

It had been three weeks since that day at the park, the man who found me- turning out to be a well known model agency. I ever thought that my looks of were any importance, yet here I was, posing for a camera in order to keep a roof over my head.

The clicking soon stopped and two ladies in charge of make up came up to me to make slight touch ups. I smiled at them kindly when they were done before walking off.

I saw the same man who recruited me standing in the corner watching as everything happened. Who I soon found out to be Mr. Chen.

I looked at him with a smile.

“Long day?” I asked. He nodded softly at looked at me, his sunglasses still on though we were inside.

“You have an event on Friday for 5pm, meet everyone here by 3pm or we’ll put another model to take your place. Your nutritional trainer should have told you to eat a light breakfast will lots of fruits to keep you full through lunch, bring a protein shake. This is your chance to make something out of yourself, don’t blow it.” He said blatantly before walking off. I nodded my head and watched him head off.

Like my other bosses, he was strict, but unlike any of them, he was willing to give me a chance. Which was all I asked for. I quickly went home and took a look in the bathroom mirror. I gasped slightly and touched my face.

“Is this really me?” I muttered. The make up was light but my eye make up fierce, and for once in my life, the small push over girl would have a chance in front of cameras and a crowd.

I quickly but carefully washed my face, taking my face mask- that I only use for special occasions- and putting it on. I filled the bathtub with warm water and bubbles, as well as some rose petals, before stepping in. The warm water soothes my skin as I tried to refresh my memory with all the tips I learned on how to walk properly and efficiently in heels that tripled my height. My feet sore from the three weeks of torture done to the poor things. I pulled my foot out of the bubbly water for inspection. I didn’t have any blisters, but the balls of my feet were definitely swollen from the excessive walking. I sighed and rested my head on the wall of the bathtub. My black hair tied up in a messy bun as I was waiting for the conditioner to set in.

Ten minutes passed before I stood up to rinse myself and my hair free of the bubbles, soap, and conditioner left on. I slowly got out of the bath and pat myself dry. I walked to my room to change into my pjs before checking my phone. Only to see I had two missed calls. One from my mom, the other from my, ex? I was shocked that he tried to call me, I even forgot I still had his number! We broke up around 6 months ago because we both lost interest. I quickly called him back.

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Ring

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Ring

“Hello?” He picked up on the second ring. I cleared my throat before answering.

“Hey, long time no chat! You tried to call me?” I said. There was rummaging on the other side before he answered.

“O-oh! Sorry about that! Butt dialed, sorry.” He said.

“Ah.. ok! Just wanted to call and check, I’ll hang up now! Nice to hear your voice.” I said looking at my sore feet.

“Ok, bye.” He said. I hung up Before remembering that my mom called. I rolled my eyes at the thought. My mom was very… what’s the word, stuck up? I decided not to think about her, if I did I would probably bust a vein. I decided to call my dad, well, my step- dad, he was very kind and even offered to help pay my rent when I told him I got fired again, he isn’t extremely wealthy, but he wasn’t dirt poor either, either way, I dialed in his number and waited not more than a second as he picked up on the first ring.

“Hello dear! How was your day?” His old but kind voice answered. I smiled and nodded my head even though he couldn’t see me.

“I’m doing great dad! I have my first runway this Friday! I can’t wait!” I said excitedly. He chuckled softly.

“You’ll do great I already know, I’ll be in the crowd rooting for you.” He said. “Have you spoken to your mother today?” He asked. I wanted to scream at the mention of her.

“No not yet, I’ll call her after I’m done talking to you.” I lied, I knew I wasn’t going to call her.

” Dotty…” my dads voice warned. I sighed loud enough for him to hear.

“I promise.” I grumbled.

“That’s better. It’s late, you should get some rest for your big day Friday.” He said. I laughed.

“That’s two days away, I’m fine for now.” I said.

“Yes, But you should know the fashion industry takes everything very seriously, two days to us is two seconds for them! They’ll make you tired, that’s why you should get some rest.” He lectured. I rolled my eyes again.

“Fine fine, you get some rest as well. Goodnight.” I said ending the conversation.

“Goodnight dear! Sweet dreams.” He said before cutting off the phone. I flopped on my bed. I decided to call Mom later tomorrow morning, calling her tonight will give me a headache and make it impossible for me to sleep. I pulled the grey covers over me, thinking about how my life has made a turn for the better. I slowly fell asleep.

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