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Austin's P.O.V

All around me I hear the snapping of the camera, and I see the continual flash of the camera. I am currently standing in front of a back drop, while another "genius" photographer is taking my picture. My name is Austin Moon, I am 17 years old, I work for a top modeling agency, and I am their best model. Their word's and all the high-end fashion magazine's editors words, not mine. You see, I am not your typical model. I actually do not care about modeling, and being in the spotlight. I'm not into all the fame and the celebrities you meet in the industry. I admit I am good-looking, but there are many others who are too. I am not the typical male model who watches their diet constantly, and who uses their looks to their advantage. I do not constantly work to "perfect" my image, but I do have to follow orders. I just watch the amount of sugar and calories I eat, I go to the gym a couple of times a week, and I am distant to my fans. I know, I know, my fans are all part of my success, but when you're a model for this agency, they don't matter. Fans are only people who support your career, they are not people who further it. The company policy: Never socialize with your fans, because even if you ignore them, they will continue to support and draw attention to you. It doesn't matter who you are to them anyway, they only like you because of your looks. Since I'm considered "famous", or the truth is valuable to the agency, I am not allowed to live like a normal person. When I go out to eat, I am only allowed to dine at the fanciest restaurants because I have to "keep up my image". When I go to work out, I am only allowed to go to the most exclusive gyms. Instead of being surrounded by everyday people, I am surrounded by celebrities. I never consider myself one of them because the truth is I only accepted this job because of the salary. That may sound shallow, but the truth is that I had a tough time growing up. There would be some times where I couldn't eat because we needed the money for other things, or the power would be turned off because we couldn't afford to pay the bill. Without power, we would have to brave the cold weather with very little protection from our clothes, and we couldn't cook food on the stove. There would be times where my father would work multiple odd jobs a day just to be able to afford to put food on the table, and sometimes I wouldn't even be awake when he returned home. Even as a young boy, I could tell that my mother was tired. She was tired of being poor, tired of being hungry, tired of living most of the time without her husband, and tired of not being able to adequately take care of her family. Even though I wish the circumstances were different and that my family and I hadn't struggled, I still appreciate the bond it created. It made us closer because through the hard times, we still had each other. We didn't have much, but we had love, and that helped us through many hard times. So as soon as I was old enough, I sought out any job that had a generous pay because I was determined to help my parents. They had done so much for me, that I wanted to make their lives better. At first it was hard to find an employer to accept me because surprisingly no one wants to hire a "kid" with no education and no prior work experience. So I took what I could get and I worked as a delivery boy, a dog walker, and a shoe polisher. Believe me, I hated these jobs but I was determined to provide for my parents so I just sucked it up and gave my paycheck to my parents. Then as I was about to quit my shoe shining job, a miracle happened. I was polishing the shoes of an apparent rich guy who was very successful. He had a briefcase in one hand, the latest smartphone in the other, and he was apparently talking to someone through an earpiece. He was wearing an expensive suit with high-dollar shoes, and he had a slicked-back haircut. At first he didn't appear to notice me, and I mean who would notice a teenage kid who was covered in shoe polish and probably had no future? Then as I stood up to collect my money, he just kinda stared at me. I became self-conscious because I wasn't necessarily ashamed of my poverty because what happens happens, but I was starting to wonder if he knew I was poor. Finally the guy woke up from his trance, handed me a card, and just walked away to continue his business. Looking at the card, I knew that this job would definitely provide more income for my family. I was unsure about this opportunity because I had no experience in modeling, but I decided to go to the audition and see what happens. When I returned home that night, I showed my parents the man's card, and they strongly encouraged me to do what I thought best. I could tell that they didn't want me to leave, but I also knew that they didn't want to hold me back. So I knew right then and there that I would do whatever it takes to improve the live's of my parents, no matter how miserable I was.