The Job That Ruined Me

Chapter 1

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"You are going to go!" My mother forced me into the changing rooms and pointed to the clothes rack," change into one of those outfits.  I don't care which one."

She stalked out of the room and slammed the door behind her.

Okay Aryle (Air-ee-l), you need to pick out one of these outfits, just pick the one that doesn't seem too sluttish.  I searched through the rack and found a pink halter top with a pink jacket.  I searched through some more and found a pair of pink skinny jeans.  I walked over to the shoe rack and found a pair of pink heeled shoes.

"Hello Aryle!" Camille, the make-up artist greeted me while shutting the door behind her.

"Hey." I said plainly.  "What's wrong?" She asked sympathetically.  "What's wrong?  What's wrong is that my parents are encouraging me to be a stripper!  Shouldn't parents tell their kids not  to strip for a living?!  I am only 15 years old!" I huffed.

"Oh sweetie."  She came over and hugged me.  "You need to get used to this, you will be doing this for the rest of your life."  Camille is my Aunt, she is only 21.  She's my Dad's sister.

"How come I can't be a makeup artist like you?" I asked.  "Do you have experience?"  "UGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" I grumbled and she looked over at the outfit I chose.

"Oohoooh.  Pretty in pink I see.  Let's get you situated in this and then I will do your make- up." She walked out of the room and I got changed into the outfit which I so desperately hated.

 I peeked out into the hallway and Camille pulled out of the room and into a room I have never seen before.  "This is the makeup room." She pointed at the shelves and rows of make- up.

"Whoa." I gazed at all the selections there was.  "Amazing right." Camille put her hands on her hips and was praising herself for impressing me.  I don't really like makeup, but this is a lot!

"Anyway," she pulled me into this weird spinney chair,"let's start your makeup!"

She put gooey stuff on my face.  Then she took out this brush and put it on my cheeks.  Afterwards, she put black eyeliner on my eyes in the perfect eyeliner style, then added a layer of gold sparkly eye shadow.  She then did a whole bunch of other complicated techniques on my face.

"And..... Well-a!" She spun me around so I could see myself.  I looked like a completely different person!  I strutted out of the room and found my siblings in their uniforms.

My siblings, I have an older brother named Michael, my two sisters, Theresa and Avery, the three of us are triplets.  Michael is stuck without a boy to hang out with, ha.

"Omg!  You look so hot!" Avery adored my outfit and I rolled my eyes.  "Go ahead keep rolling your eyes, let's see if there's a brain back there." Theresa crossed her arms and looked at us with her light blue eyes.  That's just one of the things different about us.

Theresa has light blue eyes, Avery has caramel brown eyes, and I have my bright emerald green eyes.  Our personalities are pretty different too.  Theresa is the sassy emo punk girl.  She likes to just be herself and not let any boys flirt with her.  She is in boxing and is a state- champ.  Avery is the fashionista and she is friends with everyone in school.  She also is in dance and gymnastics, and she's cheer captain.  She has been in beauty pageants and has been tried in mini Miss America when she was little.  And of course, she is a social internet sensation.  She can sing and play guitar and do all sorts of things.  Then there's me.  I am the girl that is friends with a few people.  I play basketball, soccer, and hockey.  I am also super smart.  I love doing stuff that makes me happy.  But of course, stripping doesn't make me happy.