Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Allison's heart raced as she stepped out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around herself and hurriedly walked to her bedroom, careful not to spill her water. She was running late, as usual, and had a million things to do before her boyfriend, Troy, would be home from work. She needed to apply some makeup, fix her hair, and put on a bra.Allison's bedroom door was open, and she could hear her parents' voices downstairs. Her mom was arguing with her dad about something, and it didn't sound like they were going to be finished any time soon. With a sigh, Allison sat down on her bed and opened Instagram. She had over 200 followers already, which made her feel pretty good.All of them were girls between the ages of 16 and 19, and most of them were from Mexico. It was a small, yet growing, following.
Her phone dinged, and she looked down at the screen. 10:41 AM. She hadn't even had breakfast yet. She was supposed to be done by 11:00, and she knew she wouldn't be ready then. She had a lot of work to do today.She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, trying to calm her racing heart. She opened her eyes back up and looked down at her phone again. 10:47. She had almost two hours to kill. Might as well get started.
Troy would be home soon, and she was looking forward to spending time with him. He was so much better than her parents. She sighed and began scrolling through Instagram again.Makeup guru with their perfect skin, model with their perfect body, and girl with their perfect life. All of them had the same thing in common: They all had perfect lives.
Allison shook her head slightly and focused on the girl who had 10,000 followers and was posting about how she was going to have a party tonight and was looking for someone to join her.That girl had a perfect life too. Everything about her screamed 'perfection'. From the dark, smoky eyeshadow that made her look like she was floating, to the glossy lips that made her look like she was kissing a beautiful doll, to the bouncy, chest-expanding breasts that made her look like she was filled with helium, everything about her was picture-perfect.Allison was so envious of that girl. Why couldn't she be like her? Why did she have to be so plain, so normal? Why couldn't she have the perfect life too?
Troy would be home soon, and she was looking forward to spending time with him. He was so much better than her parents. She sighed and began scrolling through Instagram again.Troy's profile popped up next, followed quickly by his best friend Nicky. Then came Vanessa, one of those rich kids from high school whose family owned half of San Francisco. The rest appeared after that, each more famous (and probably richer) than the last. None of these people actually lived anywhere near where they claimed to live; none of them ever went outside or interacted with anyone besides photographers and other celebrities.They weren't real.Nothing about them seemed genuine—not their makeup, not their clothes, nor anything else. Their lives just seem fake. Like Hollywood movie stars, they are only there because somebody needs an image to sell products. And while some might say this is unfair, others will tell you that if your goal isn't making money, what exactly IS fair?"Fair" doesn't mean "genuine". Fair means equal opportunity, but it also means nothing more than that–it does NOT guarantee happiness. There has never been any equality among humans anyway, which makes being "fair" pretty useless when discussing human nature."Why can't I have both?" Alison mused aloud, opening her mouth before she could think twice about it.Suddenly, she felt very thirsty and decided to grab herself another bottle of water instead of using her refillable hydration pack. As always, clicking 'follow' on every single person on instagram took longer than expected. By the time she finished following everyone except Jasmine Browning (@jasminebrowninger), it was 11:00.She wasn't even sure why she cared anymore.It didn't matter if they were real or not. If they had the perfect life, then she could have the perfect life and perfect body too. Right?
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Alison blinked back to reality as the familiar ringtone rang in her ear. It was her mom's ringtone, and it always made her feel guilty whenever she ignored it. Even if her mom didn't call her, she'd still feel guilty for not responding to all the texts and DMs her fans sent her. So, she always responded to her mom's calls, even if she was doing something else.It was a vicious cycle.
Her mom's voice greeted her when she finally answered the phone.
"Hi, Allison, how was your day?"
"Fine," she said, turning off her phone and setting it on her bedside table. "How was yours?"
"Great. Now, go finish getting ready. We're going to be late for dinner."
"Again?" she asked, sighing heavily. "I'm sorry, Mom, but I really don't have enough time to get ready. I'll try and make it up to you tomorrow."
"No, no, it's not my fault. I told you we were going to be late. I couldn't help it," her mom said, sounding like she was trying to convince herself more than she was trying to convince Allison. "You know what happens when you try and rush me.You end up looking like a hot mess."
"Yeah, well, I'm a hot mess, so it works," Allison said, turning back around to look at her messy room. She knew she had plenty of time to get ready, but she just couldn't bring herself to care. Her heart belonged to Jasmine Browning. Even though Jasmine didn't follow her on instagram, she did follow her on Twitter.
Jasmine Browning was a model with a great personality and an even greater body. Unlike many models, who spent hours in front of a mirror tweaking their appearance until they looked just right, Jasmine didn't have time for that. Her figure was already perfect. All she had to do was show up and smile. That's all it took.
Her fans loved her for it. They loved her for being herself.They loved her for being real. And, they loved her for having the best tits in the business.
There was one downside to Jasmine's popularity, however. Jasmine had a few haters, mostly because of the way she treated people. People loved her, but they also hated her. It was a strange thing, but it happened. Mostly, people loved her, though.It was a weird double-edged sword.
Alison was one of those people who loved her. Not only did she love her figure, but she loved the way Jasmine acted. She loved the way she spoke. Most of all, she loved the way Jasmine treated her. They were more than just friends. They were more than just models. They were sisters.
"Sisters?" her mom asked, raising an eyebrow. "
"Yes, we're sisters," Allison said, turning back around to look at her messy room again. "And,