Photographer

Ch.2 The photoshoot

"There you are, Jaclyn!!" My mom said grabbing my arm and sitting me in a chair. She started to brush my ombré hair out of its curl and into a bun. My hair was short, but long enough to be put in a bun. My mother hurried and put some makeup on me. B.B. Cream, mascara, some skin colored eyeshadow, a little bit of blush, and just a teeny bit of lip stick. A pinky/tan color. I felt like I had a 20 pound brick on my face. Let's just say I don't like makeup. I didn't get it either. I think I'm a perfect plain bagel. Why would I want to cover it up with cream cheese??? Ugh, sometimes I didn't get my mom.
"Come, Jaclyn. We are late. Just because you always wander off." She scolded me
"Well not all those who wander are lost." I mumbled. But she didn't pay attention, she never does.
We went down 5 stories, then we got to the parking garage. I climbed into a limo waiting for us, ignoring all the fans trying to reach over the gates and touch my mom and I.
I signed a few autographs to a few screaming girls that just screamed louder as I came closer. I caught up to my mom. She scolded me.
"Wave Jaclyn."
I waved. Its not like she cared about the fans. She only wanted them to care about her. I rolled my eyes as we got seated in the limousine.
"What was that about?" My mom asked me in a irritated tone.
"What was what?" I asked, really sometimes my mom just does not make sense.
"You know what. You don't sign autographs! Only I do, you will get there someday." She said with disapproving look on her face. Like she didn't believe that I was ever going to be like her, or any better.
I stared at her. Just stared, with my mouth wide open.
"Seriously! That's what your mad about!? You only care about yourself! I can't believe that. You know the world might know you, but it doesn't revolve around you!" I said flipping off the handle. I crossed my arms and looked out the window.
My mom stared at me for a little bit and then sat back and looked out the window the other way.