'It's the same thing everyday'. She looked into the camera and leaned her head in slightly. 'Why must I be perfect?' She pursed her lips and tossed her hair lavishly. Click. Click. Click. "Alright, that's it for the day," said the photographer. Ami tossed her hair and walked off set. Another day, another 6 hours of posing for the camera. She was on every billboard, every magazine, every TV channel, and just about everything else you could think of. Or so it would seem. Ami's beauty had instantly captured the publics eye. To them, she was absolutly flawless. But she and her photographer knew other wise. He approached her. "You were marvelous today dear, but here's the thing. Get rid of those bags under your eyes, stay out of the sun for the next 6 months and maybe we can fix that horrid complexion, and do something about those eyebrows. I swear they're going to eat me. Ta ta darling," he said with a wave and strutted off. It was like this everyday.
Ami took her purse and left the building. A taxi was waiting, as usual, to drive her to her apartment. She sighed and slid into the seat and the cab drove off. Ami took out her makeup mirror and examined her face. 'Aweful. How could I let myself look this bad?' She put away the mirror and starred out the window. 'Why can't a be a normal person? Why must I spend every moment trying to be perfect?' A tear ran down her cheek. The cab stopped and Ami took her bag and left. The porter in front of the apartment complex bowed and opened the door for her. She walked up to the elevator and pressed her floor number and the doors closed. The light in the elevator reflected off the shiny metal walls. Ami turned and caught her reflection. Once more, every imperfection popped out. She sobbed and hid her face in her hands. The door opened.
She stood in fron of her large lighted mirror. Every imperfected felcted back at her. 'Get rid of those bags under your eyes!' She touched area under her eyes. Quickly, she began groping around the sink for concealer. 'A new pack.' Furiously, she tore it open and applied it like mad over her face. "Arrrg!" Ami scream and grabbed her face. Her long nails peiced the skin and she tore down. Blood splattered across the mirror and into the sink. A sigh of relief. Lifting her head, she looked at the butcharing her nails had done to the face. But she saw something other than her face. A dark figure loomed behind her. Slowly, she turned around. The crooked golden bat glinted in the light as it cracked into her skull. Her head flew back and smashed into the mirror and her body tumbled to the floor. The blood ran across the bathroom tiles to a newspaper on the floor. The headline read "Lil' Slugger strikes again".
Ami took her purse and left the building. A taxi was waiting, as usual, to drive her to her apartment. She sighed and slid into the seat and the cab drove off. Ami took out her makeup mirror and examined her face. 'Aweful. How could I let myself look this bad?' She put away the mirror and starred out the window. 'Why can't a be a normal person? Why must I spend every moment trying to be perfect?' A tear ran down her cheek. The cab stopped and Ami took her bag and left. The porter in front of the apartment complex bowed and opened the door for her. She walked up to the elevator and pressed her floor number and the doors closed. The light in the elevator reflected off the shiny metal walls. Ami turned and caught her reflection. Once more, every imperfection popped out. She sobbed and hid her face in her hands. The door opened.
She stood in fron of her large lighted mirror. Every imperfected felcted back at her. 'Get rid of those bags under your eyes!' She touched area under her eyes. Quickly, she began groping around the sink for concealer. 'A new pack.' Furiously, she tore it open and applied it like mad over her face. "Arrrg!" Ami scream and grabbed her face. Her long nails peiced the skin and she tore down. Blood splattered across the mirror and into the sink. A sigh of relief. Lifting her head, she looked at the butcharing her nails had done to the face. But she saw something other than her face. A dark figure loomed behind her. Slowly, she turned around. The crooked golden bat glinted in the light as it cracked into her skull. Her head flew back and smashed into the mirror and her body tumbled to the floor. The blood ran across the bathroom tiles to a newspaper on the floor. The headline read "Lil' Slugger strikes again".
