Maybellene Hawthorne doesn't live a conventional life.
She has an older sister dealing with the consequences of her "rebellious" choice of life,
a burnt down school, forcing her to transfer to a building of books and brats (which is very different f...
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I slammed the alarm clock and stretched my arms out of their sleepy state. I shuffled my feet into my bunny slippers and opened my grand curtains, slowly letting sunshine infiltrate the room. I took a moment to stare at the beautiful view of the house's lake before walking into my closet and searching for an outfit to wear. I decided to go casual and wear boyfriend jeans, a camisole and a flannel.
I started a bath and the sound of bubbling jets filled the room. I stripped of my pajamas and redid my messy pony tail. I slipped into the tub and released a deep breath. The warm water relaxed my body as the bubbles massaged the muscles. It felt amazing. It also soothed the aches from wearing heels for 4 walking, running, stomping, and dancing filled hours.
It was the first moment of time that I had time to myself for, well, a while. I'd been so caught up in the dance, school and clubs that even while sleeping there wasn't quiet because my phone was buzzing at all hours. But this: this was what I so desperately needed.
Of course, nothing lasts forever.
My phone buzzed once again on the coffee table besides the tub, and I groaned. Mallurie's picture popped up on my screen, and I happily answered the phone.
"Mallurie! Oh my gosh, where have you been?"
"Oh you know, traveling the world. Being a model does have its dues." She bragged playfully.
"I see. Where are you going now?" I asked, popping bubbles that'd found themselves on the tile.
"That's actually what I called you about. I'm actually in town and I decided to come stay a couple weeks and spend time with mom and dad." She explained.
I winced. Mom and dad weren't especially pleased when they learned about Mallurie's desire to become a model. They personally wanted her to go to law school and work for the family firm. Although her opposition resulted in the diminish of the enforcement of the same belief on me, they still held a little grudge on Mallurie. Diminished, but still noticeable.
"Are you sure that's a good idea? Have you asked them?" I cautioned.
"Of course," she said nonchalantly, "we're all adults and they have to learn to support me and my career." Mallurie was hopeful (and maybe a little delusional) that mom and dad would get over their differences and suddenly attend all of her shows and conferences. She hid the fact that it was discouraging she had 500k followers on Instagram, but her parents weren't one of them.
"What are you even going to do here? Don't you have runways to walk down?" I asked, desperately trying to dissuade her from executing an obvious plan of failure.
"I've done all the winter and fall clothing lines so that I'd be able to spend time with you guys. I'll leave in time for the summer clothing line launches." She said, proud of her planning. I quietly cursed to myself, because there was clearly nothing I could do to stop her from making this huge mistake.
