Chapter Eleven
I changed into a short black jumper dress and a white silk t-shirt, with black Laura Ashley shoes. I undid my hair to leave it loose. My dad came out and waited with me outside for everyone else. Brittney came back. She had her chin-length curly brown hair half up. She had a brown velvet shirt on that showed three inches of her stomach, and blue-jean shorts that had been cutt off, then rolled into a cuff, with tennis shoes. Next Mallory arrived. She had her long black hair pulled back into a high ponytail. Her blue-jean vest matched her eyes perfectly. The vest was over a white thin long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. Then Monica and Megan arrived together. Monica had her shoulder-length silver-blond hair in a French braid. She was wearing a purple skintight dress that ended at her knees. Megan had her light brown hair pulled into a low ponytail with a yellow t-shirt and blue jeans.
"Everybody here and ready to go?" My dad asked.
"Yes." We answered. We climbed into the limo, then went to downtown Atlanta, Georgia.
At the studio, they began right away. We told them our idea of the blue background with a black light, and they loved it. The wall had a corner in it. We were allowed to think of the first pose. Brittney decided to lay on the ground on her left side, her head resting on her left hand. Her right leg was slightly bent and her right hand was resting on her hip.The people brought a white box to sit on. Monica and Megan sat back to back on it, and crossed their leg furthest away from the camera, looking directly into it. Mallory stood off to the left side, her legs shoulder width apart. Her right knee was turned inward, her left arm folded across her stomach, and her right hand out in front of her, palm up as if she was reaching for the camera. I stood in plain view, between Mallory and Megan. I leaned against the wall on my right side. I bent my left leg so my toes were toutching the floor. My left arm was at my side, but at my wrist, I bent it so my fingertips were toutching my hip. My right arm was about my head, palm turned against the wall.
"Ready?" The photographer called out.
"Yes." We smiled and looked directly into the camera. The picture was taken. That pose about five times.
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