The Girl Who Wore Combat Boots

Chapter 3

Chapter 3- Mean Girls

I sighed walking to the address on the flyer. Why was I doing this again ? Oh yeah so my family could get out of that horrid trailer park. For years my family has been living in poverty barely able to get by. I was going to change that.

The door to the model agency's building was painted red with the words "Little Miss Perfect Models Inc." written on the door in gold sharpie. As I walked in I smelled fresh leather and wood. 

"Hello welcome to Little Miss Perfect Models," said a women wearing pink from head to toe.

"Hi," I said softly as I walked toward the lady.

"Are you here to sign up to be in our next beauty pageant?"

"Yes. Where is the sign up sheet?"

"Sign up sheets? There are no sign up sheets in modeling," said a voice from behind me.

I turned to see a girl a year or two older then me walk foward. She had blond hair and blue eyes lined in heavy black mascara. She was awfully skinny and looked like she barely ate anything. I could tell she was a model by the way she confidently stood her ground, and by the ambious gleam in her eyes.

"What do you mean no sign up sheets?"

"I mean you just go and enter duh," said the girl.

"Ok well who are you?"

"I am Layla. Obiviously."

"Ok Layla well do you work here?"

"Kinda, I am like a model and stuff...."

"I could tell. Are you entering the pageant?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I? I mean I am way prettier then you!"

I narrowed my eyes at her. How dare she call me ugly. I know I wasn't exactly perfect, but I definetly wasn't ugly.

"What is your problem?" I asked Layla.

"Oh nothing. Its just I am use to prettier people than you tryout for stuff like this," she said with a sneer.

"Well will she who is prettier when the pageant happens."

With that statement I grabbed the information for the pageant that happened to be in three days, and left. I would show that mean girl I was model material.