It was a nice though chilly march day, when I came from the gym, all sweaty but happy. My body was the only thing I was allowed to control myself. I was in a really nice bikini suitable shape. Also I was a girl, everyone was comfortable around. When I came back home, I saw the mailman stopping at my house. I walked towards him smiling and taking over the mail he was going to throw in the mailbox. It was a boy, about 16 years old and very tan. He smiled at me revealing two rows of straight white teeth. "I've never seen you around... Are you new to this business?" I asked. He nodded: "I'll do this for another two months." We talked for a while, I discovered he lived close but had just moved here. We both totally forgot about the time, when the door opened and my mother showed up: "CAMBRIE! COME INSIDE NOW!" mother was an impatient, selfish woman. The mailboy Connor got back on his bike and then wispered: "See ya, CAMBRIE." He smiled and winked next he drove away and I entered the building. Waiting for me in the kitchen my mom threw the dishtowel at me: "Who was that boy? Why did you talk to him without asking me for a permition?" I rolled my eyes. My mother was just so overdoing everything: "Mom! You can't control every part of MY life!" I emphazized the word MY to make sure she'd get it. My mom send me a cold glance: "I told you I don't want to talk about this again and again. This isn't getting us anywhere!" I gasped before continuing: "You know what? I hate you! It feels like im in jail!" Letting those words sink, I left the room and headed upstairs. My room was on the left. The walls were white, a different color my mom didn't allow. The bed was covered in pink sheets. I layed down, closing my eyes. Somedays I wish I could just live in a normal family - or a celeb fam..
I totally forgot about the mail in my hand when arguing with my mom. It was now next to me. I didn't care about political stuff at all since it reminded me of rules and I indeed had enough of those at home. After stretching I was really bored. My eyes wandered over to the Newspaper, where the title caught my attention:
VICTORIA'S SECRET SCHOOL SEARCHING FOR GIRLS
Air escaped loudly from my lungs. I stared at the article, catching my breath. Quickly looking for the page with the full article I turned to page four. There it was. My eyes flew over the ink my brain sucking in all of the information given.
New to this world - a Victoria's Secret School. It's rushing through the news. Young girls from age 15 to 20 get a chance of joining the models bussines at an early age. As reported 200 girls are going to be accepted to enter the special school, where not only math classes are to be succeeded but also modeling, health care and intense workout. This may be not the right thing for everyone but it's time to follow your dreams. The requirements to be offered a place are 90-60-90 also you have to be at least 1,75 cm saying about 6 - 7 feet. A great posture is very important same is the shape you're in. Lean legs, thin thighs and arms. Weight doesn't seem to play a big role since muscles are heavier than fat! If you feel like wanting to take advantage of the chance grab your suitcase(s) and head to the Victoria's Secret Headquarter at 1740 Broadway #201, New York, NY 10019, United States. The auditioning takes place on March 13 at six o'clock is when the gates open. Wishing the best and practice the wink ;)
Caroline Smith
Today was March 1st so I had two weeks to persuade my parents to let me try out for this. I felt so eager and full of energy you wouldn't believe me.
Hey guys this is something like the intro to my new story! Stay tuned for the next chapter hopefully longer and everything! (This story was totally my own idea.)
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Victoria's Secret School - Heaven or Hell
Teen FictionCambrie is a shy, skinny girl who´s secretly dreaming of becoming a Victoria´s Secret Angel. When she notices there is a school for teen girls with talent for modeling. Her parents are against modeling and if she gets chosen to go to the school she...