I Have A Naughty Side[Editing]

I Have A Naughty Side Prologue.

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Prologue-

"Okay, Charlie. Last time until break. One! Two! Three! Strut!" Dana, my agent called from the end of the runway.

I put a playful smile on my face and walked down the runway, my hips swinging back and forth. I tossed my hair behind me when I reached the end of the catwalk, showing the imagined audience my right side as well as my left.

When I made it back to where I started without tripping, Dana applauded me. "Great work, as always."

I grinned at her and quickly went to the dressing room to socialize. When I opened the door, the musty smell of cologne and the fruity, warm scent of perfume enveloped me in welcome. I sniffed appreciatively. It was the smell of home.

"Charlie!" a familiar red head screamed as she bounded over to me, still in her strapless dress.

I laughed and hugged her, ignoring the fact that I could feel her whole spine through her skin when I patted her back. It’s not that she starves herself. In fact, she eats almost as much as I do, which is saying something for her size. She just has a really fast metabolism.

"Hey, Kirby." I greeted, winking at her as I turned to the others.

All four of them stood in a semi circle to greet me, grins lighting up their faces. There was Jagger, Gabriel, Rex, and Kirby. Kirby and I were the only girls in our modeling team, so we formed a quick but strong bond. We had to stick together.

As I sat at my station, sinking into my plush, leather chair, I gazed at myself in the mirror and wondered not for the first time, how I even ended up here, looking like this. My doe eyes that I was so used to seeing hidden behind huge black glasses stared back at me, brilliant and blue. My hair, once frizzy and weighed down by hair products was now beautiful and curly.

I used to hide my golden brown hair under pig tails and a lot of hairspray because I had very tight curls and I didn’t like how they made me look like a puff ball if I don’t do anything to it. For the past eleven months, however, I've grown to embrace them and flow with them, not against them.

My life, to any spectator, would be seen and labeled as perfect. What they don’t know is that if they stared deep into my eyes, if they looked hard enough through my contact lenses, they could still see the hurt from the past, the scars cut too deep into my heart to heal fully.

I thought back to those days, the days that only ended in hurt and misery.

Eleven Months Ago..

"Wow, at least you showered today, eh?" a jock named John said, nudging me hard enough to push me into the lockers, making my books fly out of my hands and scatter all throughout the hall way. No one was there to help; they were only there to laugh. 

I gulped and without a word or an accusing stare, I bent down to pick up my books. I pushed my glasses up my nose and held back tears as I finished gathering all my things. I sighed and hurried to English, ignoring all the other taunts I received on my way there and wondering why they couldn’t just leave me alone.

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It was sweltering hot outside, so when I walked home that day, I was sweaty and gross. It was the worst day, too, because a supermodel agent was supposed to be interviewing my older sister for a modeling job.

I sighed enviously. I wished, not for the first time, that I had Sarah’s life. She was beautiful and flawless, with great curves, twenty-twenty vision, and perfectly straight hair. She was sweet, too, except to me. I started to understand why when I hit high school. Knowing a person like me or, in Sarah’s case, being related, can seriously damage a reputation. 

I told myself that there was no way I could change how I looked. I made myself forget about my appearance for a minute and just focus on the walk home. Taking my mind off of the comparison between my sister and I helped choke down the tears that were burning and threatening to overflow in my eyes.

When I got home, I quickly went upstairs so I could avoid the agent. I took my clothes and glasses off and hopped into an ice cold shower, feeling my muscles tighten and then relax, just like when you first get into a pool.

I finished lathering my hair and was almost done washing the soap out when the door banged open. I gave a high squeal when the shower curtain was forced back to reveal a stylish woman with chocolate brown eyes and brown curls as tight as mine thrown into a messy bun.

"Oh! Well I don't think I've met you!" the woman exclaimed, looking me up and down.

My face flushed red. The nerve of this woman was unnerving me. I wasn’t sure how to react. Should I say that it was nice to meet her? Then I realized that her eyes were raking my body. My naked body. Was she checking me out?! I wanted to warn my sister, to tell her this whole agent thing could be a ruse for this lesbian to get girls.

"You're not Sarah." she said, as if asking for confirmation.

“No,” I said, laughing at the impossible thought, momentarily forgetting that I was completely nude.

“What’s your name, honey?” she asked, her eyes no longer on me but on the contents of a manilla folder that was tucked under her arm moments ago.

“Charlotte, Sarah’s little sister,” I said tentatively, wondering if it was rude if I asked her to leave.

"I'm Dana!" she said, finally looking up at me again.

I smiled forcibly. “Nice to meet you.” Under my breath, I added, “In this awkward situation.”

Dana sighed, oblivious to my mumblings. "Oh, how I hate how this happens."

I cocked my head, which was getting cold from the outside air. "What?"

"How I come to interview a girl and end up wanting her little sister instead."

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Don't get me wrong, the taunts and the mocking about my looks didn't stop there. If anything, the people at the modeling agency were even worse.

They said things like, "Why are your breasts so small?" and "Care to wax that mustache?"

So, you could see why I cried over the phone to my parents and begged to go back and have Sarah come, just like they planned before. Maybe they would have, if Sarah actually came out of her room once in a while. In the end, they suggested that I stay at the modeling agency.

“It could benefit you, Charlie,” my mother had said, telling me that she loved me before hanging up.

It's been a little less than an year since that desperate phone call. During that time, I had my mustache waxed and my breasts grew enough to stop my tormentors from criticizing me. Things got a little better when I did my first photo shoot. That was when the teasing really stopped and boys came up to me not to make fun of me, but to actually compliment me and ask me what I was doing later that night.

For the first time, I had actually felt beautiful, inside and out, and it was all thanks to Dana, who worked her model magic and used makeup to transform me from Miss. Invisible to Miss. Fantastic.

Even though it helped accentuate my features,  I've grown to hate makeup. It was what all the girls and even some boys hid behind. I was really paranoid that once I started wearing makeup, I’d start to be like those girls at my old school that made fun of nerds and got high off of nail polish remover. 

I was relieved when Dana said that that was okay, since I didn’t really need it. Sometimes, she even tells me not to wear makeup because it would ruin the look  that I had without it. 

Modeling would never had been in my future a year ago, but now, as I saw Rex and Jagger spraying girly perfume at each other and Gabriel and Kirby laughing at them when Rex managed to get some into Jagger’s mouth, I can’t even see myself without it.