#fictional writing

Saturday, 4 September

How to be a model? How people become models? Do they need to be simply pretty and wait till someone notices it? I flipped through the pile of Mommy’s magazines that she leaves at her clinic for the ladies in waiting to tune my fashion vibe. I took notes too (like a good girl).
First of all, I must be myself. Secondly, I must gain the mainstream style, i. e. NOT be myself. I must look really catchy and flirty (and naked) but super confident about my slim, tall and entirely WRONG kind of body. Is it even possible?
I asked Amazons, and they started talking complete business instead of anything useful. ‘It doesn’t matter how you look as long as you’ve got a solid strategy,’ Hecta said. ‘Your photos should be everywhere. Like a toothpaste commercial. The more people know about you, the higher your chances to grab an agent are.’
I said I’m not the grabbing sort of girl. If I am pretty (and I am pretty), agents will come running to fight for me like street dogs for just one pic on Instagram. Hecta gave me her annoying humph noise and went back to killing zombies on her phone.
‘Let’s make a plan!’ Carmina beamed, took her kiddish pen with a rainbow pompon on top and made a list of all things that will turn the pretty duckling me into a millionaire model swan.

• A good camera. Since we’ve only got seventy pence left from my magic pot campaign, it has to be Carma’s phone just yet.
• Lots of brand clothes or something really fabulous. And since only Heck among us knows the right way to apply rouge, she has to be my stylist.
• All princess’s composure I could master to charm all possible agents and it means, we’re going to HUNT in every shopping mall in town.
• Inconceivable LUCK and true warrior mood. It’s a do-or-die matter now. Yay!

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