So, what's up with Sacia?

This is not what Sacia imagined. When she thought of moving to New York city and trying to start a modeling career she imagined living in a penthouse, making millions off of modeling gig after modeling gig, and spending her weekends shopping at the finest stores. Not this, No.
The reality is that Sacia lives in a small apartment, works at her sister’s salon, and she is lucky if she has one modeling gig.
Things Sacia forgot to factor into her dreams; you don’t start from the top, she’s only 5’5, and money doesn’t appear out of nowhere.
Sacia spends more time sitting around in her apartment alone then she does modeling, either that or spending money she doesn’t have on expensive designer clothes.
So she has a shopping problem, but she likes to ignore that. Everyday she wakes up thinking that today will be the day, the day she’ll get the biggest gig and be able to pay off all the credit card bills that she’s hidden under bed.
And everyday she get’s disappointed.
“You need to stop shopping,” her sister, Simone, said one day after seeing the pile of shopping bags full of various sparkling garments.
“What do you mean?” Sacia asked, cleaning a  bunch of clothes off the couch so they could sit down.
“I mean this,” Simone said walking across the room and picking up some of the bags. Sacia watched as one by one Simone pulled out sparkling dresses, shoes, purses, skirts, and shirts.
“I bought those,” Sacia said.
“With what money?” Simone asked.
“Uh, the money I make from working at the salon,” Sacia said.
Simone studied one of the price tags, “Girl, I don’t even pay you enough to afford one of these.”
“Well I model too,” Sacia defended herself, though she was well aware that she had no money for this kind of shopping.
Simone shook her head, “When was the last time you had a gig?”
“Uh,” Sacia pondered, when was the last time she modeled? “I think it was that catalog shoot.”
Simone just laughed, “You need help.”
Sacia shrugged and sunk down onto the couch. She hated this couch. It was a dull brown color, a “gift” from Simone. More like Simone’s leftovers. Sacia couldn’t help but feel resentment towards Simone, Simone was actually going somewhere.
After graduating Cosmetology school last year she took over her girlfriend’s salon, renamed it “Simonetta’s hair and makeup” and now she had a booming business. Simone lived in a nice apartment, and has a way better couch than this stupid thing.
“I hate my life,” Sacia sighed. “Look at this. It’s a mess. I should have just went to college.”
“Look you can still fix this,” Simone said, “If you really want to go to college then apply. And return all these clothes.”
“But I love these clothes,” Sacia said.
“Do you realise that you’re only eighteen and already deep in debt?” Simone said, “You need to stop.”
Sacia nodded, “Okay fine. Help me.”
“Good,” Simone said, “Let’s start with taking care of these clothes.”
Sacia just sighed. Just how did she let her life get so messed up?

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