I thought I couldn't be more humiliated. But of course I was wrong. The maids bath us very thoroughly. And then they shaved all the hair from our bodies except our head hair and eyebrows. Which they just shaped.
They brought me in front of a very large mirror I had to admit I've never looked cleaner in my entire life. I did feel better, but the situation couldn't be worse.
More women walked in with styling tool laid across the vanity. They started to inspect my hair and nails.
After two awful hours of being a dress up doll they finished. My hair was now chopped into layers, my bangs a little shorter and light auburn hair lights ran through my chestnut brown locks.
It looked pretty, it made my eyes pop and my skin glow.
Again the maids came in and dragged me off by my collar.
The room they brought me too had a sign on the door that said
'Trainees/Bitches'. It really said that. The maids threw me into the room and onto a plush bed. The other two girls were there.
The younger one's hair was so short. It just looked like they took a knife and cut it jagged. The other girls hair was more defined to shape her beautiful face. But that's about it.
I walked over to them.
"I'm Bella, what are your names?" They looked up at me with tears in their eyes.
"I'm Rosalie Hale. Do you know what's going on?" I had an idea but I didn't want to scare them anymore than they already are.
I shook my head and peered down at the little girl. She was shaking and crying. I put my hand on her shoulder, she flinched a little.
"What's your name sweetie?" I asked her softly sitting down on the bed beside her. Her voice was very soft, "Alice." was all she said. I figured she was scared but I tried to calm her down.
"How old are you Alice?"
"15." I nodded my head and cradled her head to my shoulder rocker her lightly.
We all cuddled together until the three boys walked in with various toys in their hands.
I am not copywriting anyone's story. This is mine haha.