Steven hunter’s point of view:
My hands are already ragged from all the hard work I have been doing, even my face hasn’t been washed in days, my once shiny dark complexion is now dirty, tainted and stained with both harsh experience and dirt, I haven’t been in the shower for the past few days.
As I walk past the streets of New York, people are either closing their noses or making weird sounds on reference to the pungent smell coming off of me, don’t mind me though, I’m definitely not proud of the fact that I stink.“can’t he have a bath or something?” asks one passerby lady, “yeah he sure does stink, and his hair, is almost lifeless” replies her accomplice.My almost bony legs begin leading me to my solace as usual.I find myself standing in front of the skyscraper, in front of the modelling building that I so much love. “MacPherson’s” it’s a cosmetic building with lots of high paid models in it, their cosmetics is like one of the bests.I walk further toward the security, the same guy I have come to love so much smiles at me.“hey loner” yells Mr. Whitestone to me, his hands in the air already waving at me. No doubt the smile on my face was huge already, as he begins to take fast steps toward me, McDonalds in his almost arthritic looking hand.“hey pal” Mr. Whitestone calls handing me my usual cheese and burger.“thank you so much Mr. Whitestone” I say whilst placing my hands in my mouth to cover the stench that usually disturbs the comfort of others when I talk.“you know son, you could get a job here” I smile at him honestly because if there is one thing, I have never been used to then it is hard work.“I know, sir, Whitestone, I just don’t know where to start from”My limbs begin scratching me, again and I decide to drop the paper wrap and scratch it.“I’ll leave you be son, whenever you change your mind, as usual my number is at the back of the paper bag, so do what you will with it, and just in case you cant get hold of a phone, I’m always seated at this door post in the afternoon” “Mr. white”calls someone from the sliding doors of Macpherson’s. he taps me on the shoulder, remembering the dirty state I am in, he immediately scrunches his face and begins rubbing his palm at the back of his trousers, so much for not having a bath.
“you should learn to be neat son, no one’s gonna have your bath for you, just so you know”.with that said he hurriedly leaves me and goes to the red haired who called him.
With a smile on my face I walk closer to the pearly walls of the skyscraper and put my butt on the floor, I immediately open up the paper bag, and inhale the aroma of the fresh burger, after staring at it for a while I take a deep bite, immediately It enters my mouth I remember the fact that it’s been long I owned a tooth brush. Thinking of the germs that have been piled up in my mouth for a long time I cringe, and still take another bite, I keep taking bites until the whole thing is finished.“what a shame though” I say my life never used to be like this, it’s my fault for running away.
I let the cold breeze slap my face, and I decide to take a nap, under the sun which my skin has learnt to get so used to, having at the back of my mind that I will soon be chased away.
Jane MacPherson’s point of view:If only mother could shut up, I think to myself. “and then I need Jane to have little bits of flowers on her face” mom tells my stylist. Preparing for a photoshoot as a MacPherson’s model is exhausting, coming closer to my dreams everyday is what keeps me going, I am really into photography, and I need to be away from my mom as much as possible.“yes, darling do you have any other thing to add to what I’m saying?” asks mom.“none mom, I have nothing more to add” my mom stares at me her eyes looking me up and down.“you need to stop taking that yoghurt of yours, it’s making you fat” she says as she picks up her very expensive customized mirror, and begins straightening her hair.“we wouldn’t want our model to look fat on any billboard, I don’t want an ounce of fat on you. Its bad enough that you have really wide hips.”The stylist
Steven’s point of view:I wait for the security man that told me to wait behind the trash, but looking at how dark the weather is getting I know for sure, that it was a ploy to get me away foe the mean time.I begin scratching my hair in an effort to remove the nonsense that seems to be living in it.“I have to take a shower” I say out loud. I bring my hands closer to my eyes to see just how much dirt has accumulated in there.“you really do need to have a bath young man” a very stern voice speaks from behind me. I turn around only for me to come face to face with the absolute owner of “MacPherson’s cosmetics”.“what can I do to help you” she looks at me from toe to head, totally sizing the whole of me.This is my only shot; I need to ask for a job.“I just need help ma” I respond, even my legs quake at the angry stare she gives me.She takes determined steps toward me, Mr. White
Jane’s point of view:It was the first time I had seen mom like that, jittery and not confident in herself, and it is also the first time since last two years we find ourselves coming out of the office this late, but even as late as it is, people are still outside waiting.“lets just follow outback, I don’t think I can handle anymore heat” says mom, even her face looks so dejected.“yeah something happened” I mouth to myself, as I put my hands into my favorite brand of jeans. So, let’s get this straight, I’m a model for the clothes section in the MacPherson’s brand store, there are also some of the others who are only for the cosmetics, well I am too, but who cares.“I need a bottle of water Shirley” I tell mom’s personal assistant.She smiles at me and goes back to wherever.“is signed the black boy up jane” says mom looking out the window, I’m about to take a seat when I he
Steven’s point of view:My parents were anything but lovely to me, I had always been the outcast of the home, my brother had businesses worth millions of Dollars, and my sister like Jane, was a model. Then me, I had always been a fan of uniqueness, you know having something unique about you and then falling in love with it.I always had a different sense of fashion, and to a family who was an icon of fashion I was too much of an embarrassment. Leaving home for New York was one of the hardest things I had ever done.But I know I really have to calm down concerning things like that, my money was stolen, same as my identification, I had nothing.“so, where is your passport or anything, like a means of identification, do you have any?” asks the lady about to take care of me, so yes, I had already been given a place to have my bath, brush my teeth. And I have already had my change of clothes.
Jane’s point of view:It was late at night I saw it, the nasty comments and replies people gave on social media concerning mom, and the whole of Macpherson’s. yes, I know that mom can be overbearing and all but I also know how much work it took her to get somewhere without dads help.“she’s always been one to judge, such a racist” I read out loud, and I had no doubt it will also be talked about on news today. If there was one thing, I would really want mom to change about herself then It’s the fact that she always would never take a black man for anything, she believes that all black people will ever amount to anything.“mom” I call out, letting all my hate sink in.“why the hell did Steve hunter have to come into the picture” I begin dragging my hair from my skull.Looking around me, I see nothing I have to destroy so as to soothe myself, I decide to go and have a rest.**
Steven’s point of view:Okay so I am officially confused now, I hold my belly that hit the table she pushed me onto. I know I am nothing but an outcast here, so far all I’ve gotten from these people in the building is the so-called king style haircut, asides that no one even spares me a glance.“what sup Jane?” I know she is angry, but that don’t mean you have to treat me like a tool, just because you are currently angry.“are you happy now?” she asks me, I have to turn towards my back to see if someone else is there.“quit turning Steve I am speaking to you. Are you happy now!” her voice is cracked from raw emotions, its just like she’s painting her emotions for me to see?.“what do you mean am I happy now, I don’t get you?”She walks up to me, her bony finger in the air, her eyes tells me how extremely angry she is.“you know what, just know how ever this marriage goes, you will never live in peace, I wil
Jane’s point of view:“we called this meeting because, we know, what we want, and we want peace on social media” my mom, only if she knew how much I would give right now, to squeeze her neck.“and I and Shirley, we’ve reached a score, and It will be between the two parties” I sat opposite Steve, and my mom sat opposite Shirley.My mom takes a gulp of water then drops her glass, then looks up at Steve with disdain. She continues.“so, about the marriage” she looks at me nervously.“we need to know how the relationship arrangement will be, between Steve and jane, and uh, Shirley has a contract, she will need the both of you to sign, that is after going through it Jane” looking at steven she gives him a blank look.“Steve, you will have to go through the contract too, its not like you have anything to lose”Says mom to Steve.
Stevens point of view:Running my eyes through a lot of things, my schedule and I am so grateful for Shirley, she’s been my shield, my friend and a very great manager, I am really happy with all she keeps on doing.“so, there’s no time for break then, its work throughout the week” I definitely am not complaining I mean it’s an upgrade from what I used to believe, there’s a lot of earnings, and there’s been a massive publicity so far, and for that alone I am joyous my mind keeps going back and forth from before and now, from an extremely rich person, that comes from a very prestigious home, to someone who doesn’t even have a home, someone who doesn’t even know where the next meal will be coming from, then to a model who is trending all over social model, both trolls and fans all of which promote me.As I seat on top a chair in the dressing room waiting for my photographer my mind wanders towards Jane, which have been happening a