Assignment Blues

these past few days have been so hectic for me. basically cause all my assignments are due in one after another and it's rushing everything in that turns my hair grey. so i manage to get an extension for my Writing assignment, something which i actually take pride in doing. i'm gonna post it up for u guys to read, give me comments on it, like the tenses, emotives, did i show instead of telling the readers, what u got from it, whether i actually have a plot in it cause in the assignment it's supposed to be describing a character in the stillness of time so it's supposed to be plotless. so anyways enjoy reading and send me comments.

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Celes Cohen tapped the tip of her blood red Manolo Blahniks together, hoping she would be whisked away just like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. She loved the movie when she was a little girl and always begged her mother to watch it with her over and over again. Celes looked up to see the signboard of the café, it looked huge from where she was sitting. Nulle part Ailleurs. No place else. She studied French during her high school years and was always known as the geek in red, basically cause of her fiery red hair and the fact that she always came home with As.

The pink scar on her right shoulder contrasted her white and smooth alabaster skin, it was visible to the naked eye and it was the only gift from her father. The one scar on her perfect marble body, pulsating with hate and anger. With that she saw men differently, scum and bastards. No man was worth her time unless they were gay and then again she did not like the fact that they have a penis.

Celes slid her long frail arms and dug deep into her Hermes birken bag and shuffled some stuff around, looking for her Chanel compact. She learned that she had to look fresh and beautiful in order to book jobs where she had to work with photographers shouting directions at her in a snooty accent. She made friends with the make-up artists, who were responsible for transforming her from a pretty girl to the IT girl, the girl with the je ne sais pas as the French say it. She rewarded herself with the Crémeux à l'Ananas, the café’s trademark desert, for making it on the front page of French Vogue. She had to thank Ford Models for signing her up when she was 16, allowing her to work the runway in the Olympus Fashion Week and the Mercedes Benz Fashion Week as well as book her jobs that pay for her weekly splurge in Soltice products.

She opened her compact and looked into the mirror reflection of herself. Her eyes were like two sapphires glowing in a pool of milk. She always thought people would like her after looking into her eyes, yet people seem to be put off by her attitude towards life. Her eyes are the only gateway into her soul but no women she was interested in wanted to get to know that soft side of her. They preferred her the way she was, the way she presented herself; hard and opinionated.

She checked her lips, to see whether the color of her lipstick was still in tact. It was perfect, red and luscious. The signs of the silicon injection healed over the past few days. Her first visit to Dr. Andrew Ng and it was a success, just like the doctor said. She was not really excited to make a visit to the plastic surgeon as she did not think anything was wrong with her. But her modeling agent wanted it for her and when the needle pierced through the skin on her lips, she remembered what her mother said to her, “Beauty is pain…”.

Celes pursed her lips together and fluttered her eyes to shake off the mascara clumps that had gathered on her eyelashes. She then closed her compact and dropped it into her handbag

“Last shot! The camera loves you Celes!” a man’s voiced boomed.

Celes Cohen shifted her gaze slowly and looked straight at the camera, her eyes piercing through the lens.

Snap.