The Thug's Model

Nigga we made it. We finally famous.

Ariyanna

Time it seemed so fast. I remember playing inside my maw maw's house because the gun shots seemed to be flying everywhere in our neighborhood. A little girl from New Orleans with red fingers from the hot chips and a pickle in hand. Big dreams always filled my head but I never spoke aloud. Afraid. Afraid that someone would say I was stupid and the pictures on the television were false they weren't real people. That I couldn't amount to something so great. I was just a little black girl who was never gonna get out. That was back when niggas was selling drugs at the corner of the street. Life was filled with hiding in the house so my brothers and I wouldn't end up on the news by getting shot by stray bullets, from a drive by.

"Ari can you tilt your head a bit for me, babe." The photographer smiled coldly at me. My mind snapped back to where I was. He was peering at me with slightly emerald eyes. I can't believe I almost thought that smile was genuine, glancing at his loose dark green cargo pants and white t-shirt. I could tell he had longish black dyed hair under his cap, that matched his stubble on his angular face.The photographer's name was lost to me I had no idea who the dude was. I probably would never even see him again. There was no friends in this industry just people you have to step on to get higher up. I hung on loosely to the gold bomber jacket that was close to exposing my double D breast. The gold sweatpants that matched the bomber jacket laid dangerously low on my hips exposing my bronzed fit tummy, the outfit was matched with some kind of designer heels. The music was pulsing in the background as I hit all the right poses. The photographer and I were in an old building near the highway, he had me in a one of the rooms with some dope graffiti on it. The shoot was over almost as soon as it started and I couldn't wait to get back to Cali. Walking over to where they set up a small makeup, I went to door right beside it to change.

"I'm out babes." I said threw the door as I quickly changed into some shorts and white t-shirt.

"Already?! Damn I still got three more hours left of this shit." Lala, the makeup artist that I've learned to love. I know I said no friends in the industry but Lala was the exception. With two daughters she reminded me of my aunt back home. Lala was a breath of fresh air every time I did a shoot in Atlanta, Georgia. On the thick side Lala is exactly what you call big and beautiful, with a face beat to the gods. I walked out of the side room.

"I'm so glad I'm comfortable, child." Lala was referring to her light capris and plain green tank top.

"Tell Nyla and April that I miss dem and I'm going to send dem a surprise from wherever I'm going." Lala dismissed me.

" They too spoiled by you,Ari. You need to stopped given them children gifts." I rolled my eyes at her, she knew I was gonna buy her AND them something no matter what. I knew what it felt like to not have everything you needed as a child and then seeing everybody struggling, fuck.

"Let me shout you out on my page." With over a fifty million people following me there was no doubt this would help her business.

"Thank you, Ari." Anything that I could do to help her would be done shit if she would let me give her money she would be set. I smirked wait until she finds out that I set up a trust fund for her two daughters.

I quickly took a picture with her and posted it on Instagram, captioned "best makeup artist so far". With a quick wave a body guard walked me to the parking lot where Bev was waiting in her silver Mercedes-AMG GT S.

"I got another job for you Ari." Beverly, my cousin/manager told me once I was in the car. My hand went immediately to her mouth and sighed in relief, the lord knows my ass was tired. I felt the sharp pain of the bite before I seen her do it. SHE FUCKING BIT ME!!

"BITCH!!" I yelled. I turned to look at her and the bitch was laughing. I smacked her.

"You lucky you my babeh cousin. Now tell me the next job....always gotta ruin somebody mood n shit." I muttered angrily.