The Daughter Of Illéa

Chapter 6

Answering the application with my dad was surprisingly not awkward. He was honest and straight forward, telling me I needed to add for my talents that I was athletic and can sing, but of course he'd love to brag.

The next morning we woke, 10 minutes before five which left me totally tipsy like until I took my shower. I get out, acknowledging my fresh pale skin, and I get ready for the day.

By 5:30, I'm speckled with a tad of makeup, nothing to big or glossy, just a bit of mascara, base, and blush. My strawberry but majority blonde hair is long, silky, and straight reaching the small of my back. Genevieve involuntarily handed me a knee length spring dress. It had lace and a sweet heart neck line- or in other words incredibly gorgeous, and lastly my big black eyeglasses, rested on my skinny nose, making my greenish hazel like eyes a smudge bigger.

When it was time, Genevieve opened my door, and saw me- a look of surprise at first, but hatred hit like a tsunami.

"Hey, Bug Eyes, it's time to go."

Genevieve's wearing her hair in her chocolate brown locks, with a beautiful yellow day dress, but her attitude belonged in a pig sty.

I consoled and put myself together before finally bringing myself down stairs.

At the bottom of the steps, I saw my dad, his light tint of red hair combed on his head, and tears in his eyes.

"I feel like I'm at your wedding!" He choked, his cheeks gone red and his strong jaw line tense.

I smile at the thought and rush to hug him,

"But instead you'd be right beside me..."

I whisper into his ear, back up a couple steps for him to constable hisself.

"Well, I knew you looked beautiful, but you look just like your mom..."

Maria snaps her head over at the mention of my mother, but she and Genevieve can cry me a river, then lastly build a bridge, and get over because I frankly don't give a damn. Of course I wouldn't say that out loud because that's absurd by I surely thought about it.

"Let's get in the car!"

Dad urges and we all obey, taking a seat in the vehicle as we take off for the province office.

It just so happens the the province office for Clermont is right next to Aunt Francine's so if we're lucky, dad might get to see her.

The nice black and shining car of Maria's finds a parking spot as the sun finally comes to peek over the hills and buildings of Clermont. Right at the front of the building is a long red rope, tying from gold bar to gold bar, I'm assuming to keep the registering girls closed in.

There's a dozen or so girls already in the front waiting for the opening at 8.

Me and Genevieve get in line as dad and Maria wait like all the other parents, by the sidewalk.

I see a great number of guards spread out as the number of girls increase from 12, to 50, to 100, and even in the 300s! I just sit back as the girls who model for a living get in line with cakes of makeup pressed to their faces, but I look like a lump of dirt on the sidelines. There is honestly no way that I'll be able to beat these girls!

At 8 o'clock exact, the main guard calls a hush on the crowd, and we all obey like trained pups.

Then with a commanding holler he begins,

"Good morning ladies! This is just a brief saying before we begin! You will stay in line, and move forward as the line decreases! When you get called, give the form to my fellow mate,"

I look down at my application.

"And then have a seat on the stool, smile, and wait for them to tell you it's fine to leave. Good luck!"

And his distinct announcement ends leading to bunch of hushed whispers as the first girl is pushed to take her picture.

"Uhm, officer?"

Genevieve calls, her manicured nails in the air.

One of the closest guards rush to her side,

"Mam?"

She pulls a dollar out of her clutch,

"Would you please get me a drink? I'm about to dehydrate out here."

I hold back the laugh at her pathetic excuse. The officer takes the dollar as she winks leaving him to go to the drink machine a few yards away.

I don't know if the officer is clearly flattered by her wink or if he's just plain out stupid because it's literally 76 degrees out here.

He comes back with a screw top hawaiian punch which she acknowledges as the girl in front of her is called up.

She takes a swig, the bottle tangling from her fingers as she quick as possible swifts the top of the bottle at me, spilling the red juice on the top of my chest, dripping down the blouse and onto the fabric!

"Oops. I guess carmas a bitch."

She says, acting innocent and stubborn at the same time.

"Carma? No your the bitch."

I say quickly as I see mine or well her dress stained.

I turn around quickly looking at the girls behind me, and strangely I see her: Aunt Francine a couple yards away smiling at me. I give he pity look, pointing at my breasts.

"Next-"

Genevieve marches forward leaving me about to go.

"Help me!"

I mouth to her as her eyes show clear panic; she begins to look on the ground and all around her, and then instantly gets an idea.

She runs up to me, next in line,

"Oh dear you look beautiful, such a shame she'd try to ruin a good day for you."

She says, struggling to take off her white button up sweater.

"Next-"

Aunt Francine quickly tossed the sweater to me as I urgently button it up.

"Next..."

I fix it smoothly in a matter of seconds before rushing forward, handing them my application, and I have a seat.

I straighten out my hair and fix the sweater, and take a deep breath.

My eyes wander over to my dad, who looks to be having a joyful talk with Aunt Francine...no Maria around, an no Genevieve. I turn quickly to the camera giving them a smile as the light flashes blinding me for a milli-second, and slowly I rise as the other girl comes up. The smile wasn't fake- it was true and happy at the sight of my only family left.

My dad and Aunt Francine.

And to top it off, they looked happy...

Which makes me happy.

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