Barbara Lefom sat on her worn out seat while turning on a new black Dell she had just gotten. There was a note on the refrigerator door that had made her rather ill that hour. It was from David Matthew-her boyfriend- and what it said made her mad: 'Went with friends. Be back later. Like you, D.M'
He always left with 'friends' during the week and never spent any of his time with her! The 21 year old woman, sighing, pressed the internet icon on her computer screen and typed in 'Google' on the web link. She then pressed 'Images' and typed in 'Kallen Hanzter-Rebel', widing her eyes as millions of images flew up. She gasped at a few, muttering to herself, "He's naked!' when in reality the only skin he was showing was the upper part of her body.
The young photographer, not used to seeing men show their flesh, tried to click on some images to try to get used to it. She picked an image that showed Kallen laying back on the hood of an old car outside a dusty area. He had on a pair of ripped jeans with the cuffs rolled up, some dirty untied military boots, a white sleeve-less shirt, and a slick pompadour on his head. At the edge of the photograph was a picture of a black bottle with the words 'Grease' written on it with silver, jagged letters. "Wow," Barbara mused with admiration, "He poses for perfumes, too."
Clicking on another picture of Kallen's, she had to stop and stare at one that made her realize just how unattractive she was.
In the picture, Kallen sat on a red armchair in a white room with four beauitful, skinny girls around him. He wore a black tux with with pins and chains all over his suit and ,instead of dress pants, he wore dark skinny jeans with knee-high boots. A dog's spiked collar adorned his neck and a girl next to him held the leash while kissing his pale cheeck. Kallen's hair was spiked with red tips and black eyeshadow circled his eyes to make them stand out. The girls around him each had short, black dresses with red heels. Their stick-like arms wrapped around his open chest as if though he was the last guy on the planet.
Barbara looked at one of the girl's pretty, blonde curls and felt her own frizzy hair. Then she examined their smooth, flawless face and touched her own which was bumpy with scars. Tears crawled in her eyes as she mumbled, "I'm hideous. I can't have beuatiful people look at me like this. I just can't."
But....she needed the job. Just beacuse she wasn't little Miss Beautiful didn't mean that she was going to back down on a great opportunity like this. "I'll just wear a scarf tomorrow and be muslim for a day, "she sighed and , clicking out of the images, began to learnabout Kallen through the internet.
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