Victoria's Secret Angel

Ten

The next day consisted of running around the city of L.A., hoping from one designer to the next. The girls put on a brave face, a shield for the tough critizism they would have to face throught the day. After all, this industry isn't an easy one.

Kendal sat anxiously in the waiting room outside Andrea Grace's office, nawing on her finger nails until they were raw. To stop this nervous habbit, she jammed her hands under her thighs and far from her lips.

Although she had never heard of the infamous swimsuit disigner, Jasmine warned her that Andrea Grace didn't take crap from anybody. She's even known for sending girls on their way after one glance; if you didn't fit her criteria, you were out.

After a 30 minute wait, the secretary at the desk waved her in, "your turn, hon," she said, chomping on a slimy wad of gum.

Kendal quickly jumped out of her seat, but took her time walking to the office door. There Andrea sat on the edge of her desk, ankles crossed, and red nails tapping on her phone. "Come in," she said without even looking up. "File," she held out a hand.

Kendal handed her her portfolio and sat down on the black leather couch behind her. Andrea flipped through the pages, tucking her curly, golden brown hair behind her ears and pursing her ruby red lips.

Kendal had to admit, she was beautiful; long, lean, with delicate features. And let's face it, when you're a 10 on the scale of beauty you're allowed to be a bitch.

"Kendal, right?" Kendal nodded. "Yeah, not the best file I've seen today." Kendal nods again, too intiminated to speak.

Andrea stood and placed the file on her desk, smiling to herself. She could feel the insecurity radiating off of Kendal. Poor girl. It was then that she would toss the girl away, wanting nothing to do with a weak child, but since her appointments were all done for the day, she thought she deserved a little laugh.

Ten minutes later, she had Kendal dressed in a skimpy blue bikini that was just enough fabric to cover the imprtant parts. Kendal's face was burning red of embarrassment, something that was not easily hidden.

"Walk," Andrea said. And Kendal walked. One step and Andrea waved her hands in the hair and shook her head. "No. Walk like you mean it. At least look like a model." Kendal tried again; Andrea stopped her again. "God, I thought I'd give you a chance, but it seems like you aern't even worth my time. You're just an awkward, gawky teenage girl that shouldn't have even stepped into my office. Not to mention the lack of confidence. It reads all over your face," she sighs like she's the one going through all this trouble, "Go home."

Kendal blinks a few times, mouth hanging open from disbelief. Did she really just say that?

She twists around, but apparently a little too quickly, because she stumbles in the impossibly high heels Andrea put on her and collapses to the ground - face first.

Andrea claps her hands together and barks out a hideous laugh, "I should of video taped that-"

"You're such a bitch," Kendal mutters to herself.

Andrea pauses and glares at Kendal, towering above her, "Excuse me?"

Andrea's perky nose held high in the air was enough to send Kendal over the edge and suck in a huge breath of courage before repeating a little louder: "I said, you're a bitch." Kendal musters up enough strength to stand on her feet, and this time she was the one looking down on her. "A colossal bitch whose face is wound too tight to see just how big of an ass you're being. I've only been here 15 minutes and I'm already sick of you."

Kendal felt satisfaction welling up in her chest when Andrea just stood there, wide eyed and speechless. Her arms were plastered to her sides, hands in fists that were shaking as if ready to explode. "You have no right to say that."