Sinner

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So today’s plans were simple. Clean the house, get ready for school tomorrow, the usual.

Then I got messaged.

A model had cancelled for a photoshoot, and they wanted to know if I was available.

So after asking Mum if she could drive me, Daniel, Kaya and I were off.

Before I go on, it might help to mention that Kaya has, for a lack of a better term, grounded me. Yeah… I did sort of deserve it, but it doesn’t mean I have to like being ‘grounded’.

For a lack of a better term, Kaya is there in the back of my mind in case I do something stupid. So I am never alone with my thoughts.

Oh be quiet. Since when is punishment meant to be enjoyable? Stupid girl.

Anyway, the theme was Seven Deadly Sins, and I got my very favourite one.

“Lust?” Daniel asks.

“Since when have I done anything impure?”

“You’re right. Physically, you are completely innocent,” he winks.

“Shut up Daniel. I’m Sloth.”

“Sloth?”

“Laziness.”

“Ohhhh. Yes, you’re right, that sin is definitely fitting of you.”

“Thankyou.” I was beaming.

“Now which sin am I going to be?” Daniel smoothed his hair in the mirror.

“You’re not in this shoot Daniel,” I rolled my eyes. “But you can be Vanity. Kaya’s Wrath.”

I beg your- Oh, you’re right.

“Indeed.” I look at Daniel. “Have you spoken to Kaya yet?”

“A couple of times,” he tells me.

Kaya scoffs inside my head, and I frown. Before I can say anything, I get scooted off to my makeup chair.

My hair is teased this time, at the ends. Because sloths don’t brush their hair. I really like it, though Daniel laughs at me. The makeup is the hardest part, as I struggle to calm Kaya down. Shut up! I think.

It’s annoying!

You’re annoying!

What the bloody hell is on my eyelid?

MY eyelid. They’re false eyelashes, and you can either sit there and shut up, or you can go.

Fine then. This better be quick…

The door kept opening and closing while my makeup was being applied, and judging from past experience, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. Then Kaya spoke up. If it were them, I would’ve switched with you by now, she informed me.

I can handle them myself, I retort silently.

She scoffs, and now I’m angry. You know nothing, she tells me. You think the worst people are those you see? There are more where they came from. You wouldn’t last a minute.

Oh, I see, I say to her. Cat Madigan always needs my help. Cat Madigan is a scared little girl who can’t deal with things on her own.

My makeup artist goes to have lunch, and I’m left alone with my head. Well guess what? I growl in my head. I’m not a fighter, I’m not strong enough for that. But I can endure. I can take anything that you have, and live through it. Yes, it’s hard, but I’m surviving.

Is that why, Kaya says in a spitefully smooth tone, you tried to kill yourself?

Surprisingly, it’s Daniel who yells out, not me. Fortunate too, considering how I’m the only one who is real. He storms up to me, and glares at me, and for a moment, I forget who he’s angry at. “This is out of line,” he snarls.

She started it, Kaya says coldly.

“Do I look like someone who gives a fuck?” Daniel replies. “You of all people are in no place to call someone weak.”

Kaya is silent, but I feel her brooding in the back of my mind. I take her silence as an opportunity. “What’s going on?” I demand Daniel.

Daniel fumes. “I’ve had enough of Kaya,” he tells me.

“That makes two of us,” I reply. “Though I don’t understand your case that well.”

It was then, of all times, that the makeup artist returned. With a hotdog for me.

“Here you are,” she said. “Vanity’s boyfriend came back with hotdogs.”

“Food!” I cheered delightedly. “Thank you very much.”

“You’re on a gluten free diet,” Daniel reminded me. “Roll of bread and sausage with breadcrumbs, it’s against the rules.”

I ignored him and began devouring my hot dog.

My makeup, for a lack of a better way to say it, was very blue. Blue eye shadow, blue lips and blue eyelashes. I would’ve thought of sloth as pale blue, something light and fluffy. Instead, it was bright, peacock blue, and the dress I wore was the same colour.

Then it was time to shoot.

“BUBBLES!” I sang, as a bubble wand materialised in front of me.

Real mature, Cat.

Spoil sport.

I understood that bit of symbolism. Blowing bubbles represents idleness and time wasting, the cardinal qualities of being a sloth. I was pleased to know that my Media and English classes had not gone entirely to waste when it came to hidden meanings in things.

After acting dreamy and giggly, it was time for a group photo. I lay asleep on Vanity as she scowled at me while looking in her mirror. Wrath had Lust in a headlock, who still managed to, well, make love to the camera. Gluttony was simply eating her lollypop, which was being eyed by Envy and her snakes. Greed was too distracted by her rings and jewels to know anything going on.

Then I freaked my mother out when she saw my face. “Hello mummy, I’m an alien!” I informed her.

“Good to know,” she murmured faintly.

Daniel had been far more dramatic. “Kill it!” he was screaming. “Before it lays eggs!”

And for the first time that day, Kaya and I had thought the exact same thing. Shut up Daniel.

Sinner

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So today’s plans were simple. Clean the house, get ready for school tomorrow, the usual.

Then I got messaged.

A model had cancelled for a photoshoot, and they wanted to know if I was available.

So after asking Mum if she could drive me, Daniel, Kaya and I were off.

Before I go on, it might help to mention that Kaya has, for a lack of a better term, grounded me. Yeah… I did sort of deserve it, but it doesn’t mean I have to like being ‘grounded’.

For a lack of a better term, Kaya is there in the back of my mind in case I do something stupid. So I am never alone with my thoughts.

Oh be quiet. Since when is punishment meant to be enjoyable? Stupid girl.

Anyway, the theme was Seven Deadly Sins, and I got my very favourite one.

“Lust?” Daniel asks.

“Since when have I done anything impure?”

“You’re right. Physically, you are completely innocent,” he winks.

“Shut up Daniel. I’m Sloth.”

“Sloth?”

“Laziness.”

“Ohhhh. Yes, you’re right, that sin is definitely fitting of you.”

“Thankyou.” I was beaming.

“Now which sin am I going to be?” Daniel smoothed his hair in the mirror.

“You’re not in this shoot Daniel,” I rolled my eyes. “But you can be Vanity. Kaya’s Wrath.”

I beg your- Oh, you’re right.

“Indeed.” I look at Daniel. “Have you spoken to Kaya yet?”

“A couple of times,” he tells me.

Kaya scoffs inside my head, and I frown. Before I can say anything, I get scooted off to my makeup chair.

My hair is teased this time, at the ends. Because sloths don’t brush their hair. I really like it, though Daniel laughs at me. The makeup is the hardest part, as I struggle to calm Kaya down. Shut up! I think.

It’s annoying!

You’re annoying!

What the bloody hell is on my eyelid?

MY eyelid. They’re false eyelashes, and you can either sit there and shut up, or you can go.

Fine then. This better be quick…

The door kept opening and closing while my makeup was being applied, and judging from past experience, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. Then Kaya spoke up. If it were them, I would’ve switched with you by now, she informed me.

I can handle them myself, I retort silently.

She scoffs, and now I’m angry. You know nothing, she tells me. You think the worst people are those you see? There are more where they came from. You wouldn’t last a minute.

Oh, I see, I say to her. Cat Madigan always needs my help. Cat Madigan is a scared little girl who can’t deal with things on her own.

My makeup artist goes to have lunch, and I’m left alone with my head. Well guess what? I growl in my head. I’m not a fighter, I’m not strong enough for that. But I can endure. I can take anything that you have, and live through it. Yes, it’s hard, but I’m surviving.

Is that why, Kaya says in a spitefully smooth tone, you tried to kill yourself?

Surprisingly, it’s Daniel who yells out, not me. Fortunate too, considering how I’m the only one who is real. He storms up to me, and glares at me, and for a moment, I forget who he’s angry at. “This is out of line,” he snarls.

She started it, Kaya says coldly.

“Do I look like someone who gives a fuck?” Daniel replies. “You of all people are in no place to call someone weak.”

Kaya is silent, but I feel her brooding in the back of my mind. I take her silence as an opportunity. “What’s going on?” I demand Daniel.

Daniel fumes. “I’ve had enough of Kaya,” he tells me.

“That makes two of us,” I reply. “Though I don’t understand your case that well.”

It was then, of all times, that the makeup artist returned. With a hotdog for me.

“Here you are,” she said. “Vanity’s boyfriend came back with hotdogs.”

“Food!” I cheered delightedly. “Thank you very much.”

“You’re on a gluten free diet,” Daniel reminded me. “Roll of bread and sausage with breadcrumbs, it’s against the rules.”

I ignored him and began devouring my hot dog.

My makeup, for a lack of a better way to say it, was very blue. Blue eye shadow, blue lips and blue eyelashes. I would’ve thought of sloth as pale blue, something light and fluffy. Instead, it was bright, peacock blue, and the dress I wore was the same colour.

Then it was time to shoot.

“BUBBLES!” I sang, as a bubble wand materialised in front of me.

Real mature, Cat.

Spoil sport.

I understood that bit of symbolism. Blowing bubbles represents idleness and time wasting, the cardinal qualities of being a sloth. I was pleased to know that my Media and English classes had not gone entirely to waste when it came to hidden meanings in things.

After acting dreamy and giggly, it was time for a group photo. I lay asleep on Vanity as she scowled at me while looking in her mirror. Wrath had Lust in a headlock, who still managed to, well, make love to the camera. Gluttony was simply eating her lollypop, which was being eyed by Envy and her snakes. Greed was too distracted by her rings and jewels to know anything going on.

Then I freaked my mother out when she saw my face. “Hello mummy, I’m an alien!” I informed her.

“Good to know,” she murmured faintly.

Daniel had been far more dramatic. “Kill it!” he was screaming. “Before it lays eggs!”

And for the first time that day, Kaya and I had thought the exact same thing. Shut up Daniel.

Beards Are Pretty

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So yesterday, I was asked to do a photo shoot, a paid one, which alone was exciting, because until now, I’ve been doing free work to gain experience.

It’s going to be a makeup shoot, and there’s going to be three different looks. It’s going to be a long day though, and there’ll be little breaks in between, if any. Fortunately, Daniel’s going to be there to keep an eye out.

Unfortunately, that means he’s going to be seeing my makeup.

The first two looks are pretty simple. First is basic day makeup, second is glamour makeup, which means I get to look pretty.

The third is a special sort of theatre makeup.

And long story short, they’re going to turn me into a guy.

Now shut the fudge up Daniel! You too, nonexistent reader! I can hear your snickering…

I’m really looking forward to the shoot though, because I do like out-there makeup. And from this, I can get lots of cool photos for my portfolio.

And a lot of stories to tell my friends.

I feel like I’m in a good place at the moment with my modelling. I’m pretty happy with how much work I’m getting at the moment. Like, between school, athletics, and other stuff in Reality, there’s not much time I get for myself. It would be different if I was a professional model working full time, but I’m not, I’m still a teenager, and I’m still in school, and until now, I’ve been doing work for experience.

A lot of people ask me “How far would you go?” when it comes to modelling. That, I’m not entirely sure. To start off with, whenever I think about going to castings or applying for a spot in something, I become the most cautious person on the Internet. I mean, nowadays, especially now we can communicate without actual contact, there are so many traps a person can get into. So when I hear about a job, say on Model Mayhem, I will thoroughly research that photographer until I’m convinced that it’s not a seedy guy that will try to get me to take my shirt off.

I don’t think I’d like to do full on nudity. Lingerie, maybe. Like, if by some miracle, Victoria’s Secret wanted me to be one of their angels, I would probably accept that. But I would not be comfortable posing for a life-drawing class. The way I see it, if I were a lingerie model, the main focus would be the lingerie, rather than my body. I wouldn’t have a problem with that, the lingerie is what’s up for sale. Whereas naked modelling has only one focus; when people see the photo, there’s only one thing they look at. Plus, if I did something like that, I’d be afraid that people would judge me for it, and I wouldn’t be taken as seriously. Think about it, what sort of person has naked photos taken?

What I do like is the weird, crazy stuff. I’d be thrilled if someone asked me to pose with a python, or do a photoshoot while skydiving, or, yes, wear a beard and moustache. What’s the point of being Cat Madigan if I don’t do mad stuff? Yeah, a lot of people are going to laugh and maybe even talk behind my back, but the people I care about won’t. Sure, they’ll tease me, but they won’t think less of me for doing it.

I’d find it sort of ironic. People would hate on someone for cross dressing, and at the same time, they wouldn’t even blink if a model took off their clothes on camera. Says a lot about society. Weirdness is not accepted, whereas sex is.

Okay, time to stop before this becomes a rant. I’m not sure if I’m going to post photos on here, I don’t want imaginary stalkers following me in the street. Or maybe I’m ready to show my face…

Nah. ^_^ But I might post a photo if it doesn’t have my whole face showing. Or I could draw them. And I’m definitely going to write about the photoshoot, so stay tuned.

Question of the Day: What’s your opinion on modelling? Do you enjoy the weird and mad couture and makeup? Do you wish that there was less sex in magazines? Leave your imaginary comments below.

Okay, time for bed. Daniel has fallen asleep already, now where’s my marker…

Cat Madigan