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Stronger Than Yesterday
Scenario:A petite and skinny teen model and an older taller althletic built teen model are posing together in a photo shoot at a waterpark with both of them in bikinis of different colors. The shorter model then surprised everyone including the taller model and herself by lifting the taller model and carrying her around the waterpark
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Mia
She is a petite teen model with a dream to become a professional athlete. She is determined, humble, and surprised. Mia struggles with her height and body image, often feeling underrepresented by modeling agencies that prefer taller models. Despite her reservations, she lands a modeling gig at a waterpark. In a spontaneous moment, she lifts fellow model Ella, showcasing her strength and gaining the attention of the paparazzi and the media.
Ben
He is a photographer capturing Mia and Ella's antics at the waterpark. He is observant, supportive, and enthusiastic. Ben provides direction during the shoot but also takes notice of the unique dynamic between Mia and Ella. As they pose and playfully interact in the water, he captures their spirted moments, which would later become headlines in the media.
Ella
She is an athletic teen model with a bubbly personality. She is confident, playful, and spontaneous. Ella stands taller than Mia and enjoys the attention she receives from modeling gigs. During a waterpark shoot, she encourages Mia to be more adventurous. In a surprising turn of events, Mia lifts Ella, defying conventional expectations and gaining widespread media attention and paparazzi interest.
I am a teen model, but I don’t exactly fit the mold.
I am petite and skinny, whereas most teen models are tall and athletic.
I’ve always dreamed of being a professional athlete, so I’ve worked hard to get in shape.
Even though I am small, I am determined and strong-willed.
When I received a call from my modeling agency asking me to do a shoot at a waterpark, I was hesitant.
I didn’t think I would fit in with the other models they would be hiring for the shoot.
My agency has been trying to find me work that fits my personality and look, but it’s been difficult.
They asked me to come in for a casting call for this water shoot, but I knew I wouldn’t be taken seriously because of my height.
I decided to go anyway since it would be good practice for me.
When I arrived at the shoot, there were several other teen models there who were all taller and more athletic-looking than me.
One of them stood out in particular; she was several inches taller than everyone else and had a bubbly personality to match her beautiful smile.
Her name was Ella, and she definitely got the attention from all of the men at the shoot.
The photographer introduced himself as Ben, and he explained that he wanted us to pose together in the water before letting loose and playing around.
He wanted us to be ourselves and have fun.
Ben positions us near the edge of the pool, telling Ella and me to stand next to each other.
I can barely reach her shoulders, and I try not to focus on how small I look next to her.
The concrete is warm beneath my feet as I shift my weight from one foot to the other.
Ella is wearing a bright blue bikini, while I have on a red one.
Ben takes a few shots of us in standard poses, but I notice Ella keeps glancing down at me with curiosity in her eyes.
Something stirs inside of me - a desire to prove myself, to show that even though I may be small, I am still strong and capable.
Without warning, I plant my feet firmly on the ground, bend my knees slightly, and wrap my arms around Ella’s waist.
Using proper lifting technique from my athletic training, I hoist her up onto my shoulders. Ella lets out a surprised squeal as she finds herself suddenly lifted off the ground.
Her long blonde hair falls down around my face, tickling my nose and making me laugh.
Ella giggles, "Wow, you're stronger than you look! How did you do that?"
I grin up at her, "Years of gymnastics and determination. I might be small, but I've got big dreams."
Ben lowers his camera, clearly impressed, "That's exactly the energy we need for this shoot—let's capture more of that!"
Carrying Ella feels surprisingly natural, as if she were always meant to be perched on my shoulders.
Her hands grip my shoulders tightly, and I can feel the warmth of her skin against mine.
The other models stare at us with wide eyes, whispering among themselves.
Ben gives us a thumbs-up, "Great job! Now let's move to the waterslide area."
I carefully make my way across the waterpark, weaving through crowds of people splashing in the wave pool and dodging kids running wildly around the splash pad.
Ella laughs above me, pointing out different attractions as we pass by.
We finally reach the waterslide area, and I see the twisting yellow slide that Ben wants us to pose on.
It's located at the far end of the park, and I know I'll have to navigate through a maze of people to get there.
I take a deep breath and start walking, trying to avoid getting splashed by excited kids jumping in the water.
Ben follows behind us, snapping photos as we go.
I can hear his camera shutter clicking rapidly as he tries to capture every moment. Ella points ahead to the waterslide, "Look! There it is!"
I nod my head without looking up, keeping my focus on where I'm going.
My arms start to burn from carrying Ella's weight, but I refuse to put her down until we reach our destination.
I've carried heavier weights during gymnastics training, so I know I can handle it.
As we approach the waterslide platform, I see that it's surrounded by other models who are posing for photos.
They stop what they're doing when they see us coming, their mouths dropping open in disbelief as they watch me climb the first few steps of the platform with Ella still perched on my shoulders.
Ben takes advantage of their stunned expressions and snaps more photos before telling them to get back into position.
Standing at the top of the waterslide platform, I can see the entire waterpark spread out before me.
My muscles tremble from carrying Ella all this way, but I'm determined to finish the job.
Ella seems to sense my fatigue and squeezes my shoulders gently, signaling that she's ready to come down.
I bend my knees slightly and grip her legs tightly, slowly lowering her down until her feet touch the platform with a soft thud.
She steadies herself against my arm for a moment before letting go, and we both take a deep breath as we stand side by side.
We're both breathing hard and grinning from ear to ear.
Ben circles around us with his camera, snapping photos from every angle.
Ella looks at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "Let's do a back-to-back pose!"
I nod enthusiastically and turn around so that our backs are pressed together.
I can feel the warmth of Ella's skin through our bikinis, and I realize how much taller she is than me. Ella leans forward slightly to compensate for our height difference, and I press myself against her back.
After the shoot, I help Ella dry off and we chat about our favorite moments from the day.
We both laugh about the shocked expressions on the other models' faces when I lifted her onto my shoulders.
As we pack up our things, a tall, muscular guy walks up to us with a big smile on his face.
Ella squeals and leaps into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.
He catches her easily and they start kissing passionately, completely ignoring everyone else around them.
I turn away, pretending to adjust my bag, but my hands clench the straps tightly.
Ben notices my reaction and gives me a sympathetic look.
I force a smile and wave goodbye to Ella, who's still locked in her boyfriend's embrace.
I sit alone at a small table in the waterpark's café, nursing a smoothie and scrolling through the raw photos Ben sent me on my phone.
The images of Ella and me are stunning, capturing the genuine joy we felt during the shoot.
But it's the shots of me lifting her that truly stand out - the way our muscles tense as I hoist her onto my shoulders, the look of surprise and delight on her face, and the confidence in my eyes.
As I swipe through the photos, a shadow falls across my table.
I look up to see a woman standing there, dressed in a crisp blazer and carrying a large purse.
She smiles warmly at me, "May I join you?"
I nod hesitantly, unsure who she is or what she wants.
She takes a seat across from me, pulling out a business card from her purse and sliding it across the table towards me.
"Hi, I'm Sarah Chen from Elite Models. I saw your photos from the waterpark shoot and was blown away by your energy and charisma."
I pick up the card, my hands shaking slightly as I read over her information.
"Thank you," I say quietly, "but I'm not actually a model. That was just a favor for a friend."
Sarah leans forward, her expression serious, "Well, whatever it was, it worked. The photos of you lifting that other model have already gone viral on social media. People can't get enough of them." My heart skips a beat as I process her words.
Viral?
How is that possible?
I've never been on social media before - my parents always said it was too much pressure for someone with my condition.
But now...now it seems like everything is changing so fast.
Sarah continues talking, but I barely hear her words.
All I can think about is how surreal this moment feels - sitting here with a modeling agent who wants to sign me because of some photos taken at a waterpark shoot.
It's like something out of a movie or a dream come true.
I grip the business card tightly in my hand, trying to steady myself as Sarah explains what she has in mind for me.
"We want to sign you exclusively to our agency," she says firmly.
"You have something unique that sets you apart from other models - your size. We've never had anyone like you before."
I swallow hard, trying to find my voice again, "But...but isn't being small a disadvantage in modeling?"
Sarah smiles again, this time with a hint of mischief in her eyes, "Not necessarily. Think about it - you can wear clothes from children's lines and still look like a high-fashion model. You could be the face of brands targeting younger audiences. And let's not forget about the novelty factor - people love seeing something new and unexpected."
As she speaks, my phone buzzes on the table.
I glance down and see a flood of notifications popping up on my screen.
Curiosity gets the better of me, and I open up one of the social media apps that Ben had set up for me earlier today.
The first thing I see is a photo of Ella's boyfriend kissing a famous pop star at a club last night.
My heart sinks for Ella - she must be devastated.
But then I notice how many likes and comments are already pouring in on the post.
It's clear that everyone is more focused on the drama between Ella's boyfriend and the singer than on the photos of me lifting her at the waterpark shoot.
A small part of me can't help but feel relieved that for once, I'm not the center of attention.
I look up from my phone to see Ben approaching our table with his camera slung over his shoulder.
"Hey there," he says, nodding at Sarah and then turning to me.
"I see you met the agent from Elite Models. She's been raving about your photos all morning."
I smile nervously, unsure what to say.
Ben takes a seat next to me, glancing at Sarah's business card on the table.
"So, it looks like you're going to be a real model now," he says, his tone a mix of excitement and concern.
"But don't worry - I'll still be working with you on shoots. You'll just have more opportunities now."
Sarah stands up, smoothing out her blazer and giving me another warm smile.
"Well, I should get back to the office. We'll be in touch soon to discuss details of your contract."
As she walks away, Ben turns to me with a curious expression.
"So, what do you think? Are you ready to become a famous model?"
I meet Ben at the waterpark entrance for our new shoot.
He's already setting up his camera equipment when I arrive, and I notice a tall, striking woman standing next to him.
She has long, curly red hair and piercing green eyes that seem to sparkle in the sunlight.
Ben notices me approaching and waves, "Hey! Right on time. Let me introduce you to Zoe."
Zoe turns towards me with a warm smile, extending her hand, "Hi there. Nice to meet you."
I take her hand, feeling a little intimidated by her height and beauty, but she squeezes mine gently and says, "I've seen those photos of you lifting Ella at the waterpark shoot. You're so strong! I can't wait to work with you."
We follow Ben to the pool area where he wants to take some shots.
Before we start, Ella pulls me aside near the waterpark entrance.
She looks upset, her eyes avoiding mine as she whispers, "I need to tell you something."
My heart sinks a little, wondering what's wrong.
"Of course," I say softly, "what is it?"
Ella takes a deep breath before speaking, her voice trembling slightly, "I...I lost my modeling job."
I stare at her in shock, "What? Why?"
She sighs heavily and looks down at her hands, which she's wringing nervously, "It's because of that pop star who was seen kissing my boyfriend. Turns out, her father is the CEO of the agency I work for. He didn't like how I reacted to the news and decided to drop me from their roster."
I walk back into the waterpark, my mind still reeling from Ella's news.
Zoe, the tall redhead, greets me with a smile and leads me to the poolside where Ben is waiting with his camera.
"Okay, girls," he says, "let's get started. I want some shots of you posing near the water."
We nod and take our positions, but my mind keeps drifting back to Ella.
I can't believe she lost her job over something like that.
It doesn't seem fair.
Ben snaps a few photos and then tells us to move closer to the edge of the pool.
I try to focus on the shoot, but my thoughts keep wandering.
Zoe notices my distraction and nudges me gently with her elbow, "Hey, are you okay?"
I force a smile, "Yeah, sorry. Just a little preoccupied."
She nods understandingly and we continue posing for Ben.
After a while, he tells us to take a break and get changed into our swimsuits.
We head to the locker rooms and emerge a few minutes later in matching bikinis.
Ben looks pleased when he sees us, "Perfect. Now let's get some shots by the water."
We follow him to the pool area where he sets up his camera again. "Okay, girls," he says, "let's do some fun poses. Zoe, can you splash water on her?"
Zoe nods and picks up a nearby bucket of water, pouring it over my head.
I gasp in surprise and then laugh as Ben snaps photos.
"Now your turn," Ben says to me, handing me another bucket of water.
I pour it over Zoe's head and she squeals in delight.
Ben takes more photos as we continue splashing each other with water.
After a while, he tells us to take another break and get dried off before moving on to the next part of the shoot.
As we walk away from the pool area, Zoe turns to me with a concerned expression, "Are you sure you're okay? You seem a little distracted today."
I sigh heavily and look down at my hands, which are still wet from splashing water around earlier, "It's just...Ella told me she lost her modeling job because of that pop star drama. It really upset her."
Zoe frowns, her eyes narrowing in sympathy, "That's awful. She didn't deserve that at all."
I nod, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness, "I know. It's just so unfair how one person's influence can ruin everything for someone else."
Ben joins us, overhearing our conversation, "Maybe there's something we can do to help her out."
During our lunch break, we sit at a shaded table near the wave pool.
I pick at my salad while explaining Ella's situation in more detail to Zoe and Ben.
Ben scrolls through his camera, showing us the photos he took of me lifting Ella during the previous shoot.
The images are even more striking than I remembered, capturing the strength and grace of the moment.
As I look at them, an idea starts forming in my mind, "Wait a minute...if those photos went viral, maybe we can use that attention to help Ella land a new contract."
Zoe's eyes light up, "That's a great idea! My agency has been looking for a duo act to represent. If we can get some similar shots with Ella, it might just work out."
Ben nods enthusiastically, "I can definitely make that happen. Let me see what I can do."
I pull out my phone to text Ella about our idea, but then I notice she's already posted something online about being dismissed from her agency.
The comment section is flooded with messages of support and outrage over the situation.
I sit cross-legged on my bed, staring at the viral photos of me carrying Ella that Ben sent me.
My fingers hover over the phone screen as I craft the perfect message.
"Hey Ella, I might have an idea. Ben's free tomorrow for another shoot. Want to recreate some magic?"
I add a muscle emoji, then delete it, then add it again.
As I wait for her response, I gaze out the window and watch the sunset paint the sky orange.
My phone buzzes - it's Ella.
She sends back a string of excited emojis and asks where to meet.
I pace around my bedroom, planning the shoot in my head.
I stop in front of my closet and examine the workout clothes I have.
I want to look strong and fit for the photos.
I glance back at my phone, still open to the viral pictures.
The way Ella's hair flows in the wind, the way her arms dangle as I carry her - it's perfect.
I grab my phone and type out another message to Ella.
"Meet me at Riverside Park tomorrow morning. Wear something sporty but cute. We can do some poses by the river."
As I hit send, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
My arms look toned, and my abs are defined.
I flex my biceps, imagining lifting Ella again.
My phone buzzes once more - it's Ella asking if I'll lift her again tomorrow.
I smile confidently and send back a simple "yes."
The next morning, as we set up by the river, Ella looks at me with a hint of nervousness.
"Do you really think this will work?" she asks, adjusting her ponytail.
I nod reassuringly, "Absolutely. We just need to show them what they're missing out on."
I arrive at Riverside Park early, stretching my muscles near the water's edge.
The sun is just starting to rise, casting a warm glow over the scenery.
I hear footsteps approaching and turn to see Ella walking towards me.
She's dressed in black athletic shorts and a pink sports bra, her hair pulled back in a ponytail.
"Hey," she says uncertainly, "I wasn't sure what to wear."
"You look great," I reply, giving her a reassuring smile.
Ben arrives with his camera equipment, and we start setting up by the river.
A few morning joggers pass by, doing double-takes at the small crowd gathering by the water.
"Okay, let's get started," Ben says, adjusting his lens.
I turn to Ella, "First, I want to show you some poses. We'll start with some basic stretches."
I demonstrate a few movements, bending down to touch my toes and stretching my arms overhead.
Ella watches intently, mimicking each pose.
Next, I move on to some strength training exercises - squats, lunges, and push-ups.
Ella follows along, her breathing steady as she works out beside me. Finally, it's time for the main event - lifting her again.
I stand facing her, demonstrating how she should position herself for the lift.
"Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart," I explain, "and keep your knees slightly bent."
Ella nods, taking a step closer to me.
I place my hands firmly on her waist, feeling her tense slightly under my touch.
"Trust me," I whisper, remembering our chemistry at the waterpark.
She takes a deep breath and nods.
"Alright, on three," I say, locking eyes with her to ensure she's ready.
"One, two..." I lift her effortlessly, and she lets out a surprised laugh.
Ben snaps away, capturing the moment as Ella beams down at me with newfound confidence.
I guide her to a spot beneath a willow tree, where the morning light filters through the leaves perfectly.
"Let's try some dynamic poses," Ben suggests, "something that really captures the energy of the moment."
I nod, lifting Ella again and spinning her slowly while she extends her arms like a dancer.
The movement feels natural now, my muscles adjusting to her weight.
We pause as Ben captures the perfect shot - Ella's silhouette against the sparkling river, her body curved gracefully above my steady hands.
Sweat beads on my forehead as I carefully set her down, but she's already eager to try another pose.