Hard Work
As the day wore on I could feel the weight on my back, the dryness of my lips, the strain on my shoulder and the throbbing pain in my head. All I wanted to do was sit down, but I couldn’t I had to work. If I didn’t work how could I face him. He who was the one I lived for but paid no attention to me. the least I could do was help him in any way I could, and if I could then I would be happy.
The air was filled with the smell of oil. The noise was past a roar. My head couldn’t take it. Where did I put those earplugs? I reached over to my bag to get them when my foot slipped. I fell, and fast. I closed my eyes, I would hit the floor any second now but I could care less. If I hit the floor the noise would stop and I could finally rest in peace. I felt something close around my arm and my feet regain it’s balance. who just stopped me from going into a nice sleep? I swivelled around to see the new worker looking at me with worry.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“I’m just fine.” I grumbled back.
Now that I was fine I could no longer think about falling asleep. But I did. This is my third and final part-time today. Oh how I can’t wait to go to bed.
Twins
She walked down that runway like she owned it. The crowd had all come to see her. the new beauty that had erupted on the fashion scene with her blazing red hair and bright green eyes and a body most girls would die for. She was the star. The talk of the fashion world and it was her premier fashion show and it looked like she had been born walking on a runway.
The theme of the night’s show was army gear and eathy colours. The first time round she was wearing a camouflage army hat, olive coloured short shorts, a bullet proof vest that showed her cleavage for all to see, and knee high boots that were deadly in the right hands, or feet. She went behind the curtains as the other models did their walks as well. She came out again this time in a foreign army outfit. Looked like it was from the middle east. If any other girl had been wearing it the outfit would look like rags but on her she was an army goddess. By the end of the show everyone knew of her, the newbie who has been taking over the fashion industry and about her talent. Her talent that surpassed everyone else’s except for maybe the top few models. Where had she been for so many years, some could only wonder.
There was a standing ovation at the end for the designer and also her. Many agencies would be swarming around her soon, but she would say nothing, smile and walk away. She would appear only when she did and no one knew when. Her own agency she worked for could not control when and where she worked. Who was she? She was my twin sister. The one I was enslaved to from birth. From beauty, brains, looks, and pretty much any good points, she had them. Me, I was left with nothing. Nothing, nada, zilch, zero. Al I could do was when she didn't want to deal with the world she would tell me to step and I would obediently follow what she told me to do. Most people would get away from the oppression I felt but as I said, enslaved from birth.
When we were kids, most likely when we were 2 she stared to walk and talk before me. I just sat there on the carpet watching her and cheering her on in my baby noises. As we grew up she started to order me to do things. I had always thought of her as superior so I followed what she wanted. If she wanted me somewhere, I was there, and if she didn’t, I was gone. I didn't mind much when I was small but when we started to go to school then I wanted freedom. But freedom I did not get. She found multiple ways to oppress me. From making my life miserable if I didn't want to follow her ways or making my life a dream if I did and if I didn't obey her rip my dreams to pieces. So I learned my lesson after grade 3. That’s pretty much when I stopped trying to gain freedom. Of course our parents didn't care about me. I was the second born one. The dumb one. The not as pretty one, although we were identical. I was just always duller and more transparent whenever I was with my sister. I had multiple thoughts of running away, but by then I knew if I ran away no one would miss me, except maybe my sister who would miss the free service. Yeah, most people would say I was a no body. I was just copy of the better, more genuine original sister. Or in other words, defective.
A year ago my sister announced to everyone she wanted to go into modeling. Before that she had been doing almost every sport imaginable and excelled in all of them. So when she had announced she wanted to model everyone knew she would do amazing, maybe even more than amazing. I also knew I would be the one tending to all her needs and wants. so when she appeared on the fashion scene 2 months ago she hit it big. In a matter of days. She went from giving her picture out to a local newspaper to having agencies knocking on our door. Then she got an offer for a world renowned designer for a fashion show we knew she was going to be a super model and rule the fashion world.
After that first show traveling was all we knew. Well technically, traveling, fashion shows, photo shoots, restaurant food, magazine and talk show interviews was all we knew. We never stayed in one place for more than a week I think. I was always put told to stay at the hotel or something like that. “Anywhere out of sight.” Were her exact words. She did not want anyone to know she had a twin and she would kill me if someone found out.
She didn't know that I secretly practiced modeling in the hotel room when she was gone on a job or just not there in general. I never slept much too so I practiced then also.
