I woke up on the couch of a large, luxurious apartment, looked out the window and I was on the Upper East Side.
Alessia was sleeping in a huge bed. She was gorgeous, a natural blonde, and pale as snow. Her body was slim and she smelled of expensive perfume.
- Who are you? She asked me as she got out of bed.
- Stacy
- Don't lie to me, you have brown skin and a Spanish accent, but you're not from South America, you're too Caucasian, like me, but with tanned skin and honey-colored eyes. You are Spanish
- You're scaring me.
- What is your name?
-Maria
- I like it. Let's go buy you some clothes and accessories
- I have no money and I have to work.
-I'll pay for everything, and call and say that you're sick.
- Why ?
- Because I have no real friends, they're all the same. You are real, different. What do you want to do with your life?
- I want to be famous, but that's impossible.
- It's not, you can be a model, if you lose weight.
I laughed
- Let's plan your physical and mental change, I will educate you on everything you need to know to be the super model you are destined to be.
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Blood, pills and tears
General FictionA middle-class girl with self-esteem problems moves to new york with dreams of belonging to the upper class. There she meets her best friend and her worst influence.
