Looking like a reject from Clown School auditions was probably not the best way for Molly Makeover's life in Sunset Valley to begin. Unfortunately, it was Scary Clown school that Molly was running away from. For initiation rites, they had shaved Molly's head RIGHT down the middle. Poor Molly; she'd cried all the way from Bridgeport to Sunset Valley...and that was why her clown makeup was all runny. She decided that it was time to make a new start and hope for the best.
Poor Molly, she had landed in Sunset Valley with §16,500 to her name and nothing else other than the ugly looking clothes that she wore. She also managed to get herself a home which left her with about §3000 left after all was said and done. But she still looked like a clown albeit one who had lost a fight with a WeedEater. And with tear marks and runny makup...it wasn't surprising that she was practically laughed at all the way from the bus-stop to her new home. But now she stood in front of it, wondering if her life would ever change from the hard-luck life that she'd had for so long. Then a bright idea hit her right between the eyeballs. She needed to go get herself a make-over and come out looking like she owned herself instead of being "owned" by Spanky the Clown.
So, Molly took a cab...at least she could put up with the cabbie's hysterical laughter for the 5 minutes that it would take to drive her to the salon. People could be so cruel and judgemental. After all, everybody hated clowns until they wanted someone to make them laugh. But she was a clown no longer and didn't want to have any vestiges of that life left to tie her down.
By the short time it took to ride the cab over to the salon, the peals of laughter from the cabbie were ringing in her ears and she ran from the cab trying to escape his ever-increasing volume as he clutched his stomach and slapped the steering-wheel.
At least the stylist would understand; she'd understand why Molly needed a new start in life instead of being the hind-end of all jokes. That hazing ritual had traumatized Molly. And on top of that it was her parents that had enrolled her against her wishes at the "clown school" mainly because Molly hadn't toed the line with becoming a prestigious lawyer like her father or a nurse like her mother. Molly, after all, didn't like arguing, nor did she like the smell or sight of blood and frustrated, her parents hadn't bothered with her any longer. She'd always had a good sense of humor and that was unfortunately her downfall.
But from the start, it was well evident that Ms. Victoria Andrews was too busy chatting with her friends at the salon to pay Molly's desires any mind as to how she wanted her make-over to proceed, completely ignoring her hair and slapping her into a number that made her look like she was on a strip as a working-girl. That wasn't the look that she was going for. Molly tried to put a good face on the uninspiring makeover and figured that if something was to be done right, she'd have to do it herself.
First she did away with the outfit that Victoria had put her in; then went all out on the makeup, hair and clothing to give her an everyday look that she wanted to cultivate. She did think though that the skirt was salvageable for everyday use so long as there was a nice blouse to go with it, a color that luckily matched the green in the long skirt.
Then...she tackled the other clothing...that she wanted to utilize for formal, sleeping, athletic, swimming and outerwear. She liked subtle makeup, enhancing her features and accentuating her rounded features and blending in nicely with the rest of her skin-tones. She was satisfied with the work that she'd put in herself and walked out of the salon a happy woman.
The lyrics to the Temptations, "Get Ready" ran through her head as she strode out of the salon, filled with confidence into the mid-day sun. "Look out, Sunset Valley, 'cause here I come..."
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