Model Perfection

Chapter 1 - Pneumonia, it sucks . . .

"Sell it to me Mace!! I want to see the bikini, not YOU!!!", Vince yelled, the obvious passion for what he did clear in his voice.

"Sell it to me babe!! Aha, perfect, we got it! Amazing Mace, you were fabulous, as usual." Vince said, matter-of-factly at my fifteen year old sister as he put his camera away.

My sister, Macie was the up and coming thing in the modeling industry, everyone said, she just had it. That passion or - whatever crap. I didn't really see the draw, I mean, so what. She took pictures well, is that really a talent. "Well apparently!", my inner voice yelled at me, reminding me of the fact that I didn't really have a talent, but whatever, I don't care . . . I don't!!!

"Ohhhhh Claireeee," a voice said, interrupting me silent conversation with myself, "You know, you could have that talent too. You do have the pretty face and rocking body for it you know, plus, it's in your blood . . ." Vince drawed off as if to try to draw me in.

Vince is a photographer for one of the top modeling agencies in the world and even I can't deny . . . he's amazing. His photography and my sister's modeling style flow perfectly, so needless to say, I see him a lot at her shoots. I mean, I like to be supportive of her and my mom forces me to pick her up, so there really isn't much of a choice in the matter. But what he said about it "being in my blood" should technically be true. My sister's a model, my mom was, and so was my grandma, but as I said before, I just don't see the draw . . . or the point.

"Ready to go?" I asked my sister, Macie as she walked up to me.

"Yeah, sure, just give me a minute, I really want to see the photo they're going to be using for the page." She said, hopping over to the computer where the photos would be displayed.

As I walked towards the screen, I couldn't help but think about what I could possibly do for my senior final project. We had three months of the summer to do it, and then we had to turn it in at the beginning of our freshman year in college. I know, strange, right? But that's just how my school worked. The college that you applied and got accepted to knew about this of course, but everyone still thought it was weird. Our teachers though said, "You need time to make the final project perfect without the interference of anything else. Hopefully this project will give you some sort of insight on what you possibly want to do as a major in college."

I guess that kind-of made sense, but whatever I thought as I tossed my blond hair over my shoulders and continued walking to the computer screen.

As I skimmed through the photos, I found the perfect one and said "That's it."

"What is?" Macie asked.

"The photo, that one's it."

"What makes you think that?" asked Vince, thoroughly curious.

"The way she arches her back makes her stomach suck in and makes the bikini look more flattering, plus the light is hitting her skin perfectly there so she looks tan. Not to mention, when you look at this photo, her facial expression is not too overbearing, so your eyes go directly to the swimsuit, selling it, but the customer still won't forget she's there at the same time." I explained.

"You know, for not being a model, you sure know a lot about the industry." Vince complimented, looking thoughtful.

"I guess that being here all the time gives me an eye for what works and what doesn't."

"Or maybe modeling is more you than you know." he replied, a teasing glint in his eye.

"Yeah, whatever. Just use the damn picture." I said, waving my hand, laughing. 'Come on Mace, we got to go."

"Coming!" she replied, throwing on a cover up dress and walking out the door right behind me.

My sister was truly beautiful, with her almost white blond hair cascading down her back to her perfectly pale skin that was dangerously white in the winter, but a sun-kissed tan in the summer. Her big, ice-blue eyes were attention grabbers as well as her full, pink lips. She also, unlike most models, had a perfect hourglass figure that included her size two waist, firm size 4 butt, and size 34 C chest. And she was only fifteen!!! As you can imagine, many were jealous. And although people said that we looked exactly alike, I just don't see it. A hoarse cough and a sneeze pulled me out of my thoughts as I glanced at Macie. 'What was that?" I asked.

"Oh nothing, just a cold I think. Should be gone in like a week." she said dismissively.

"Doesn't sound like just a cough" I muttered and boy was I right, who would've know that just a few days later, my sister would be in the hospital with something more than a cough, something more like pneumonia.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello my fellow Wattpadians!!!

Sooooooo sorry that this is like 10 days after the last section I posted but get over it!! Hahahaha jkjkjk!! No, I had a bunch of photoshoots this week for an upcoming fall collection and I prob. wasn't supposed to tell you that but whatever, my agency can suck it right now, its not like you know who I am or anything . . . or do you!!!!!!! hahaha. Anywho, I am soooooo tired cause of the stupid quarter ending in school and I have a BUNCH of make-up work to do and all, so toodles for now and don't forget to VOTE, FAN, and TELL YOU FRIENDS TO DO THE SAME!!!!! Love you all like pie!!! :P

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