"Miss Mckenna! Miss Mckenna!" Victoria, my executive pleasure assistant, called from down the corridor.
As I turned around casually to face her, I asked, "Why do you call? How many things do I have to do for you? Don't you see that I am only 7? That's why you're here, isn't it?"
"Watch your tone, young lady. I may be your assistant, but that does not mean I have to be happy about it. Now, go wash up for dinner." she instructed. She turned her nose up at me.
I started to sprint in the opposite direction down the corrider to get to my suite. Right when I was about halfway there, Victoria stopped me.
"Oh, one quick thing before you go!"
I growled viciously to myself before swivelling around gracefully to adress her once more. "And what exactly would that be?" I asked between tight lips.
"You have a photoshoot with Family magazine this Saturday. Be sure to keep on with that extensive baby's-butt skin regimine." she reminded.
"Eww! That medeokre excuse for a magazine thinks that they can just have me at anytime they feel like it! Well, honey, they've got another thing comin' to 'em!" I hollered down the orrider. All of my royal, yet unloyal servants were peeking out with their nosy butts, trying to see what was going on.
"Please, do speak proper, Miss. Mckenna. Don't forget that you have an interview with Insider just next week. Mrs. Fowler will be with you this coming Tuesday from 9:30 am to 12, and then again that day from 5:35 to 6:15 pm to help you preview the questions and memorize the answers that you will be giving them. You'll have that same schedule on Thursday, and then Alexander will be waiting at the front gates promptly at 6:10 in the morning so you can make the 4 hour trip there on Saturday. You best make sure you get to bed early all this week and next leading up to it. I'll see you later tonight to escort you to Alejandro. He has your outfit ideas all ready and set to go, then Pricilla will take you to your post-dinner 30-minute yoga session. Is that fitting to you, Ma'am?" Victoria confirmed.
I groaned, "Sounds like a plan."
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Little Miss Barbie
Non-Fiction7-year-old Mckenna *"Glitter"* Marlin is far from your ordinary tike. She's a fully-loaded, all-stations-go, ready-for-battle glitter bomb. LITERALLY.
