Katie could not help but bubble with joy as Mickey Mouse Came closer. Katie had noticed how soft his skin was, how his eyes were jet black, as she took a picture. He smelled like he had been sweating, and the six year old hugged him as tight as she could. He was her hero. She worshiped the ground he laid on.
Of course, that is how all six year olds were, right? Katie let her messy brown hair fall over her dazzling green eyes. She pulled up her Mickey and friends sweatpants, just to let it fall to her waist again. She attempted to show Mickey her ruby red sweatshirt, with his picture on it, cartooned shaped.
Her Model of a mother laughed at her daughter. Her teeth looked like a new plate out of the dishwasher. Her brown hair was pulled up in a bun, and her makeup barely showed, making her look natural. Her perfume had a radiant smell, roses mixed with the finest ingredients. Her dress made her look like a perfectionist; her black dress was knee length. She wore high-heeled boots, and her glasses made everything about her seem more perfect. She looked at the young girl, play with Mickey Mouse. She looked at her husband, and gleamed with happiness. She had never had so much fun.
Her Husband, felt even greater as he told the dog hotel what their two morkies ate. They weren't a poor family. Mostly rich, with a sprinkle of money troubles. He was the money maker; he owned the fanciest restraint in the town. As he put the one hundred dollar phone in his pocket, just staring at Katie and his wife, Jenna, made him feel like the luckiest man on earth. Then, he looked at his sixteen year old daughter.
Natalie had the biggest frown on her face. Her freckled face seemed as it had a mind of it's on, spreading on her nose. Just a light spray though. Her makeup was dazzling, matching her. She had curves, and was thin. Natalie always smelled like cupcakes, and her earrings' made a reminder of that. Her shirt was a picture of Jacob Black. Teeth shaped perfectly, as white as snow. Her pants were rolled up, thanks to the summer sun. She was perfect.
So why was she frowning? She hated how life turned out. She was a failure on her life.
At least, so far.
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SO, this is the story I made. I hope you enjoy it! 3 - KKMG98
