Bella stubbed out her cigarette in the ash tray before crawling into the motel bed. Her constant struggle to define exactly who she was certainly took a toll on her. It'd been a pretty relaxing day, though. She'd spent most of her time in the park, where she felt at peace, gathering plants. It had been a while since she'd done so as her effort had primarily been focused on fighting. Still, it was the thing she was most interested in... for the time being.
From time to time, the thought of being an acrobat still crossed her mind. Then there was still her dream of starting her very own sanctuary, but she needed money to do so. She was in no way CEO material as her other siblings were. No 'traditional' job was right for her, but she was growing desperate trying to figure out a way to make money. A few weeks ago, Rico had called her, referring her to an ad for a modeling agency that he'd found. But modeling?? Bella just couldn't see herself walking down a runway. It was no secret that she wasn't much of a girly girl, but Rico had assured that she could still be her in the modeling world. Bella sighed and pulled the covers over herself. She figured she soon had to decide whether or not to partake in the assignments for the agency. She still wasn't sure about it. One thing she was sure about was that she was going for the pro class in fighting. If modeling got in the way of that, she wouldn't hesitate to drop it.
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