Sugar Queen

Chapter 1: You what?

"Darling these are gorgeous, now could you give me a lip bite? Oh yes, just like that! Hold that for me darling! Oh yes, now please go to the changing rooms i want you in the red polka dot bikini ASAP! off you go"  Smiling slightly i saunter off to the changing rooms, now.. incase you're wondering I'm Maize Everdeen and I'm a model. My photographer simon says i have the looks of a Goddess but a brain of a Gold Fish who appears to have accidently found its way into a fish tank. I know, how cruel. He only says that to get me motivated enough to do my poses properly.

Pulling on the 2 piece red polka dot bikini i walk outside again to my make-up artists who work their magic retouching up the make-up i previously had on. Simon is a very serious guy and if you get on the bad side of him you're doomed. Doing things that is 'correct' is the best way to go.

"Alright darling, i want you to go pose by Ricco please!" Ricco is another model, he used to be my boyfriend before i realised he was just dating me to get on the front covers of the hottest magazines known to mankind. I loathe the guy but work is work i suppose.

Walking over to Ricco i place my hands on his biceps and lift my left foot up. Looking dreamily at Ricco i hear snaps and simon mumbling to himself, asking us to change poses every so often. By the end of this photoshoot me and Ricco are in a kind of hugging pose, with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and his head rested on my shoulder, both of us smiling.

Grimacing I pull myself away from Ricco and storm off into the changing rooms. Looking in the mirror i groan, i have school in just under 15minutes. Hurrying, i place my hair in a messy bun and place my eyeglasses on. Running out of the door i wave to Henry my driver.

"Henry, is it okay if i change the back of the car into a dressing room?" I question, sighing in relief at the nod i get off him. Rolling up the window to seperate me and him i pull off the bikini bottoms and put my red lace panties on and then my white thigh high skirt. Looking dubiously at the top in my hands i turn red, i am very used to wearing skimpy outfits during a photoshoot but not to school. But what choice do i currently have? Sighing reluctantly i take off the bikini top and fumble with the red lace bra, once i somehow wonderously get it on i close my eyes then reopen them staring at the top. The top shows alot of my belly and i don't really want my belly ring showing but i have no choice. Pulling on the black lace top i check myself in the mirror. I look fine apart from the huge amount of make-up which i quickly remove while attempting to put my white flats on.

Screaming i lurch forward as the car comes to a sudden halt. "Oh fudge potatoes on a barbaque what the hell henry?" I growl out, unrolling the window which parts us. With my mouth shaped as an '0' i realise we are at school. Clambering clumsily out the car i throw my backpack over my shoulders and race into the building, worst mistake ever. While running through the double doors i feel myself suddenly falling. Frowning slightly, i realise everything is in slow motion and i quickly pray to God to not completely embarrass me, make me be like a cat and land on my feet! PLEASE! but of course Karma is a right Bitch because i fall flat on my face.

"You alright there maize?" I hear sniggering, i mumble a reply into the floor then stand up slowly. Looking at all the laughing faces i turn red.

"No, really i am sorry. I didn't mean to" I look towards a sniggering Luke. Ugh i hate that boy, Luke Graham. The most egotistical jerkass playboy of the school. Don't worry, there are lot of sunny things i could say about him but i choose the more, how should i put this, hurtful ones.

"What?" I lamely reply.

"I'm apologising, arn't you suppose to say sorry or some shit?" Staring at him i decide to become the sloth in zootropia and slowly blink.

"Uhh, No?" I raise an eyebrow questioningly when i see his face go from annoyance to shock.

"Fucking piece of shit" He grits out, staring at him in amusement i laugh and walk off. Wow he's so easy to anger.

Walking to my locker i see the 4 Muskabitches. Linsey Carlow, Carla Holly, Nikita Sien and the biggest bitch ever!! Stella McArdle. Walking over to my locker i 'accidently' barge into Stella and send her toppling to the floor. Putting on my sympathetic scared face i slide onto my knees like Michael Jackson and try to help her up.

"Omg! Stella i am so so sorry, i tripped and..." Stuttering wildy for effect i see her smile then stand up wiping imaginary dust off her, suddenly a foot comes to my face and i am laying flat on my back. wow. what happened?

"Don't ever touch me bitch" Frowning slightly i stand up and look at her.

"You what slut?" I snarkly reply, seeing her face go red from anger.

"Don't start bitch"

"Oh, what you gunna do, suffocate me with that smelly dog shit perfume?"

"Just because i actually own make-up and perfume maize, God how about you start shopping somewhere better because you're clothing smells like a hobo just worn them" she spits.

Blinking i look at her face " Sorry darling but if i ever went somewhere where you shopped i would probably end up getting raped because i would look like a prostitute who's make-up got smudged after a one- night stand gone wrong. Now how about you take you're umpalumpa bottom out of here with you're little minions and cry to Luke or whatever his name is and probably end up eating his face like always, Gosh you disgust me!" I cry and stamp my foot in annoyance and walk off. I am not a good person, nor will i ever be a good person. Now lets start my unfortunate day!

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Hi guys!! My name is shannon and this is my first ever book WOOOOO!! Now, i am going to explain things incase you don't get it when things like what i will tell you occur. Now if you live in England then you will get it but if not then idk if you will get it or not.

Now, in england you have 3-4 'schools' you go to. Primary = First ever school its mixed in with recption wich is like kindergarden. And in primary school you have you year 1 - 6.

You then have your Secondary school or highschool as its called in some parts of england = This can range from Year 7 being the bottom year to year 13 which is like 6th Form/ College.

You then have actual college like for example of a college here: New College Durham (It's an example!) Now that's just a place with all thah big kids like 16+. Then you have University which is for smartie panties who go there to learn more and get a job.

Now, i only put that in because im ready american books and im sat there like " Dafuq is senior year? Dafuq is grade 4 or whatevr" It just confuses me okay! So what would be wonderful if someone could explain that for me but people arn't that nice sometimes but im nice to explain england stuff. And in the chapters there will be alot of geordie slang and stufffffff so i will explain what they mean incase you daint knoooooow OKAAAAY

Okay okay, i hope you enjoyed this little tasterrrrrrrr and i will update soon... uhm so yeh....

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