Breaking Perfection

Chapter One

"Why must the world be pitted against me? Why? It is so horrible, what they're doing to me."

I looked up to the crystal-glass ceiling of my bedroom. taking a deep breath, I prepared some words for Hailey, my manager.

"They want me, Celeste Arcunie, to do a People's Magazine cover? Do they know who I am?"

Hailey sighed and combed her fingers through her brown hair. Good thing she is very obediant and smart - her ugliness would have turned me away at first. "Yes, but it is hard booking jobs for you anymore. Lots of clients had problems with your additude and the way you treat others. We're lucky that Beyonce got pregnent and refused to do a cover!"

To be honest, I didn't worry about much. Why would I? I had a perfect life and body, plus I had tons of fun. Also, stress makes peoples' apperences awful. However, the news that no high-end company wanted me gave me the worst worry I had ever since I was born.

I was mad, she must be lying or slackin off. "Listen you! Who do you think you are! You will get that job for me, or you will be fired! Why do you think I hired your ugly face!? To do work, certainly not to look at! Get me a better modelling job or I'll kick your hideousness out of here!"

Haileys bottom lip trembled and tears poured into her eyes. She murmured a quick okay and left the room. Sighing, I wondered if she would ever learn. I didn't care whether she cried or not, it wasn't as if her face could get uglier. Her kind was only made to serve my kind.

I relaxed into my bed, it was time for some needed beauty sleep. The meeting with Hailey had given me some unnecessary worrying. It was important that I slept to get rid of the crow's feet.

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Hyperventilating, I got up and ran. It was important that I must do this. From the nightmare I had, I just had to make sure that it wasn't true.

Finally, I reached the other end of my bedroom. Turns out when wearing six-inch heels after sleeping wasn't good, and didn't make people very fast. However, I only ever wore heels, even when I slept.

I reached out and grabbed it close to me, even though I could see it from its original place. Staggering from the weight, I dropped it.

The object was still in sight, so I walked backwards and I smiled. There was nothing to be worried about.

In my dream, I had dreamed that my hair was dyed evilly by someone who looked horrendous and was jealous of me. It was a horrid, ugly brown. My modeling career was ruined and I had lost everything. My salary was only five hundred grand per year, and I was forced to live in only a three-story house.

Immediately upon waking up, I had to scramble toward the mirror to ensure that I was still breathtaking.

"It's not true, it's not true, it's not true. Look at you, you're beautiful!"

From my thoughts, I had smiled. It really was true. I had blonde hair which cascaded down to my waist in waves, beach-tan skin, azure-blue eyes, a lean but curvy body, and pouty lips. No, it couldn't be true. Even I, and I was used to my appearance, couldn't take my eyes off myself.

Speaking of which, I had to call Hailey. There was the problem of using the "phone". Well, the maids had called it a phone, but aren't phones supposed to be thin and have a screen where you can take pictures of yourself? These maid were not only ugly, but downright stupid. The thick, black thing that was called a phone was obviously not. Anyone with eyes can see that.

"Hello?! Anyone there!"

"Yes, I'm here!" A dowdy maid appeared in front of my bedroom, dressed in her servants' attire.

"I want a phone call for Hailey to come down here again. Hang up immeadiately." The maid looked torn between condradicting me and following my words, but she went downstairs to make the call on the "phone".

A half an hour later, Hailey was sitting in front of me, her eyes still swollen and red from earlier this morning. I could see that she was hiding some weight underneath her matronly-black skirt, but I ceased to comment. It's her fault that she ate.

"Well, I got you a modeling shoot for Vogue and Gucci. You are going to be the cover of Vogue's new magazine."

"Thank you," I said abruptly.

She got up and was about to leave, but she doubled back. "You are going to France tomorrow."

Instead of being mad that it was such short notice, I smiled. It was the change of scenary I needed. It was boring being here anyways, Hollywood just doesn't have any gossip anymore. However, I just wanted to give Hailey a hard time.

"Tomorrow? Well if you think I am some harpy that they can ship off to some place, tomorrow is good!" I came up close to her face. "Do you!"

Hailey looked at me sadly and hesitantly. When I had said that, she was trying to leave the house again. "No-o-o-"

"No-o-o! No-o-o! I'm Hailey and I am worth less than dirt! " I mocked, "You piece of filth!"

As soon as I said that her face contorted into sadness. "You should be in the slums! Look at you, I would have punched your face if you were born to me!"

Hailey looked up with a surge of power. "You're ugly."

I was taken aback. It was the first time she had ever stood up to me when I did this. The only difference between the previous times and now was that I was talking about her birth.

"Wait", I thought, "Did she just call me ugly?"

"What did you just call me!"

She turned around and faced me, her eyes fuming. "You should be happy, you little brat! You have gotten everything you have ever wanted since you were born. Your parents have made you into a spoiled, rotten, ugly child! Your appearences don't decieve me, you're made with ashes on the inside aren't you! Who are you, to say my parents didn't love me! You're nothing but an obnoxious bully who is too dumb to see past her image!"

By now I was fuming. "Get out! Now!"

She turned and walked away, but I was still furious at her words. Instead I grabbed her by the hair, and she screamed as I tugged on it painfully. She fell on the floor, bashing her arms against the heavy wooden floor. I kicked her for good measure. The stillettos left red gashes on her huge thighs.

"You are ugly." I spat. "You're face is so deformed and horrible that you should die and go to hell! Whenever I see you, I want to punch your face in. The grinch looked better than you! Just die and do the world a favor!"

Bringing her hair up, I through it toward the direction of the mirror. "Look at yourself! Look! You should commit suicide!"

She started crying again, but I wasn't done. I faced her toward me and I slapped her. The area started swelling up right away. Grabbing her shirt, I pushed her on the floor. She yelled as the wood met with her head, legs, and arms in a painful manner.

I stepped on her and wobbled. With her shouting, I left her with a final message, "No one is ever going to hire you after I am through with you! And don't you dare file a report!" She shook her head, weeping. "Clean up and be gone!"

Stepping off, I left the living room. I was happier after she was crying. Shaking my head, I just didn't understand why she was mad this time. I giggled, realizing that maybe she wouldn't have a job. Maybe that would teach her a lesson.

A lesson that shows that no one messes with Celeste Arcunie.