An obnoxious buzzer sounded in my ears. My alarm clock had been set for 5 a.m. and now it was fulfilling its duty. My eyes shot open as the events from yesterday came racing back to me and I sat straight up. I had a lot of work to do. Yesterday, I had signed a contract that could change my life forever. This was supposed to be my big break. After all the years spent preening and preparing, this was it: the big one. Today was the day I would become the next cover model for Vogue. There was a lot of pressure not to screw this up.
I placed my feet on the floor and made my way to the bathroom. After taking care of the unbecoming but necessary releases, I got to work.
As I washed my face in preparation for all the layers I would soon apply, I silently thanked the company that manufactured my nightly facial treatment. It was an all-natural recipe that reduced redness and completely cured any adult acne. The dark green mi