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Unique

“Look at this picture of Marilyn Monroe!” Belle said. “I want to be just like her.”

“You’ll never be as beautiful as Marilyn Monroe,” replied her sister. “You’re too ugly.”

“Go to your room, both of you!” her mother stormed.

As Belle walked up the stairs, she thought about what her sister had said. Maybe she wasn’t pretty. Maybe she was truly ugly. Maybe everyone else thought so as well.

She got to her room, slammed the door, and looked in the mirror.

“It’s like the mirror hates me,” she sighed.

Under her bed were different magazines. Belle grabbed the one with the bright colors and shiny sparkles. It was her favorite one. She flipped through the pages until one caught her eye. The page had a small note in the corner of it. It read:

Do you want to become a movie star? Well then come to Sasha’s Young Movie Stars! Make your friends jealous! So come on down to 23 Small St. on Wallflower, NY, building number: 8502.

“This sounds convincing, even though I don’t have any money,” she thought. “Maybe it’s time I take a trip to my mom’s wallet,” Belle laughed.

The next morning Belle woke up feeling upset. After all, it was a Thursday and that meant school. She went downstairs and saw her mom’s wallet on the dining table. Her smile was so big, she looked like the Grinch. It was just lying there like Belle’s mom just wanted her to take it. Since she didn’t know how much money she needed, she took the whole wallet.

“Bye, mom!” she screamed so her mom could hear her.

Belle was at school reading in the library feeling pretty good about the day so far. She put her hand in her pocket and felt the wallet. A smile grew on her face.

Meanwhile, Belle’s mother was frantically looking for her wallet. She didn’t know that Belle had taken it.

After school, Belle went to Wallflower NY, building number: 8502.

“Here I am!” she said.

The room to Sasha’s Young Movie Stars was huge. In the corner was a tall, brown haired lady talking to a girl that looked about 14 years old, two years older than Belle.

“Excuse me, are you Sasha?” Belle asked.

“Yes I am,” she said. “And who are you?”

“I’m Belle,” she smiled. “How much do we need to pay to take acting lessons?”

“You don’t need to pay a thing because you don’t need to take acting lessons,” Sasha said.

“What do you mean?” Belle was shocked. “Is it because I’m not pretty enough to become an actress?”

“No.

It’s because I don’t want you to become an actress,” Sasha laughed.

“What? ” Belle stated.

“They say those things because they’re jealous,”Sasha continued. “They think you’re so pretty, that it makes them feel ugly and not good enough. Now leave my studio and go share your beauty with the world.”

Belle left the studio and went home. She put her mom’s wallet back on the dining table and went to her room. The room was quiet and she was glad to be home. Remembering what Sasha had said, Belle went to the mirror. She saw a dress as white as snow, hair as black as a crow, and eyes as bright as the sky. Then she realized that her beauty was something more than a reflection. Her beauty was unique.


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