SKINNY SKINNY/ASHTON IRWIN/SONG FICTION

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Annelise thought she's already paid for the shoot, so, she'd let the girl live her dream or whatever, she didn't have time to sue. She'd have a million new photoshoots, with better photographers than this one, so who cares.
     After the filming, Arzaylea took Ella back home.
—You really needed guts to do that.
—I didn't know that my role would be so offensive.
—No role is offensive, you still were considered to be a model.
—You're just too kind.
The older woman just laughed. «Kind who? Me? Shut up!» The two of them seemed to get along perfectly.
       Ella had arrived back to her house. Her family wasn't there, so she found the time to lock herself in her room and cry, until her emotions would become numb. She fell asleep, after a while. The anxiety, combined with tiredness and hunger, combined, had achieved that.
Soon, her sister arrived. «Ella!!! Wake up!!» she screamed as she pulled her. The other girl slowly opened her eyes and rubbed them.
—Wh-what happened?
—My college is doing a prom! You're coming!
Her emotions overfloaded and she started to tear up again.
—What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy.
—I wanna dance but...I gotta stay in.
—Why?
—How will I go out like this, look at me...
She said as she started to explain to her sister what had happened a while ago.
—First of all what you did is illegal. And then, this photoshoot won't define your worth, even more because it was not your photoshoot. You're coming to the prom with me.
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    “I can't believe you'd let her do that! But then again, what should I expect from you?” Ashton said, disappointed, when Arzaylea explained to him what had just happened. «What did you want me to do? Give her away? She'd be in trouble.» «Well no...I don't know, not take an insecure girl to a professional photoshoot?» he answered rolling his eyes. «Always overreacting, aren't you?» He just walked away. «We're living in a few minutes, who will fix this now...» he asked Luke, who had overheard them. The man thought about it for a while. “We'll keep in touch with her.” it wasn't much, but it was the best they could do.
          ——Prom Day——
Ella dressed up as pretty as she could, although she wasn't confident, she knew her sister thought of her highly and she didn't want to let her down. She put on a black dress, which was long but see-through. She did her hair up, straightened her bangs and wore dark make up. Her sister wore a black dress too. Only that it was short, her hair was loose and really long. And she wore a lot of maskara and red lipstick. She looked more classy, while Ella looked more gothic.
     The room was crowded, and it looked really cool. Loud music, perfect lighting...They enjoyed the atmosphere. Until a man walked closer to Ella.
—Are you Annelise from that gym spot?
—No...Yes!...Kinda. what do you want?
—I'm her booker. I know what you did and I don't care. I like your poses and I believe you deserve better than this spot and a real payment. I would like to book you.
Ella looked at her sister and she grinned to her. That was her actual shot! To become a real model! She accepted immediately.
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———A month later———
Today was a big day for Ella. She would audition for a big campaign for body positivity. She really wanted that position. She would do anything it takes, to reach this goal. She woke up early and waited outside of the big building, for her the person she hoped to be her booker. He arrived, after a while.
—Who are you?
—Ella...The plussized model who would audition?
He looked at her from head to toe and he started to laugh, hysterically. «You're not even plussized. Why are you even here? Please leave.»  one month of almost starvation, of course kicked in. She walked back home, crying. Looking at her hands, that a while ago, she used to consider obese. «I'm skin and bones...I'm made of nothing...» it had also started to rain, and even her hair was destroyed. As if that wasn't enough, this girl from the concert, who had bullied her, was walking in the same street, with her crew. “We always meet when I'm defeated.” Ella said. “Who even are you?” “The ‘fatty’ your idols would choose over you, in a second.” She answered, automatically. She didn't realize how she managed to talk back like this. “You lost weight and you think you're important. I didn't even recognize you and that's not because you're changed, but because you do not matter. Noone remembers you. Except for the guys, who, as I explained, feel sorry for you.” The girl felt tired of being seen as a piece of meat, whose only worth is based on the number of her kg. «I ΑΜ important. And I'm sorry for your shallow heart. Gain or lose weight, you're a trash can. Empty or not.» she said, and then proudly walked away. 
     Rowan was right. This was stupid. To change her being over the world's popular taste. As she walked back home, more confident than ever, her phone rang. She looked at it, hoping it was one of the guys, and her wishes did come true. Ashton was asking how she's been coping. So, she sat down to a pair of stairs and explained to him, in a voice message, what had happened.

@ Ashton5sos
I am proud of you!

@ WildflowerElla
What if she comes back and ruins me?

@ Ashton5sos
Hey, skinny, skinny. Don't you worry about the future, you'll never make it like that. If you need help just tell me, but I don't think she will ever come back, after this, she knows her words don't make a difference anymore.