I'm a celebrity, and my jerk brother dared me to go an allboys boarding

Im a celeb

Hey guys! Felt so guilty for not uploading so long D:

It's just I've been really busy these few days. Don't worry I'm going to continue the story so don't think you clicked the wrong thing when you read the story below. Yesterday, I spent a few hours typing another story TWICE. That story idea's not bad (at least to me) but I just can't seem to phrase it right!!! UGHHHH it's really frustrating because the idea is okay, but the phrasing's not, so yeah, you get my dilemma, plus the first chapters already like 6pages! D:

The story below is sorta like Private/The clique/ the it girl/ privilege/ and all those books so hope you like it :D Comment on it , and tell me what you think! I might continue it- but I really need to update I'm a celeb and work on my phrasing again! : ( Sighs.

Comment, vote, fan!

~Jade

Champagne Le Marteux gave herself one last -look over before allowing herself to finally be satisfied with her appearance. Her new-specially ordered gray sheepfur knit sweater with short sleeves and big glossy buttons had only just arrived from France, and she had paired it with a short black satin dress and black classy heels. Her whole designer outfit had contrasted perfectly with her pale porcerlain skin, doe shaped brown eyes, and rich glossy brown curls. She looked, to use a term loosely, fabulous.

"Oh shit" she thought, after a quick glance at her diamond- encrusted Rolex watch. She was about to be late for her clique's daily meet-up at "Esteemed"- the only bar high class enough for them. She would certainly not lower herself to a low class pub where loud rude oafs gyrated wildly to the music-Puh-lease. Those were for losers. She decided to stroll to the bar-She figured she was already late anyway, so what was the point of running there only to be sweaty and a few minutes earlier? It was a gorgeous autumn day, she walked slowly, admiring her appearance in glossy store mirrors, promising herself to go check out the clothes there later, and she suddenly noticed a glooming cloud among the other white fluffy clouds.

Perhaps a small clue that someone's mood was going to be brought down later?

The scene at "Esteemed" was elegant and high class, with a live orchestra serenading everyone with classical music. When Champagne reached, her friends were already there, and waved at her when they spotted her. Her heart sank as she slowly waved back-they were all so perfect and beautiful that whenever she came out she would always feel like number one, but whenever she saw her friends, she always ended up feeling like number two.

Whatever. She pushed that thought of her head, and her mood brightened when she saw her favourite drink on the table-champagne. She sauntered over, her mind giving herself a confidence pep-talk, and she plastered on a charming smile- a smile she had practiced at least hundreds of times in the mirror to finally be satisfied with it. They were sitting in one of the VIP booths, and Giselle scooted over to give her a seat. "OMG," Chantelle squealed before she could even relax on the white pure leather cushions, "Did you hear? Darren Walsh's daughter us coming to attend the school! He's legendary-almost every action flick has starred him in the leading role! I bet his daughter will be super cool-she can even hang out with us." "Yeah, totally!" She could even fill us up on the celeb gossip!" Giselle gushed. Meet Giselle and Chantelle Von Chocolair: twins, gorgeous, fabulous fashion sense, knew every gossip before anyone, oh, and their inheritance were up to billions-their Family had practically invented chocolates.

Champagne wasn't in the mood for praising other people right now, instead, she was in the mood to bring others down. She grabbed a chocolate covered strawberry delicately, and nibbled at it, while gesturing in the air, "Whatevs. I'm sure she's a total brat, and maybe even ugly as sin." "Aww, give her a chance, C!" Lynette interjected, looking angelic and sweet with her long blonde hair, with silk ribbons threaded in, while the rest nodded in agreement.

This was what drove Champagne over the edge sometimes. Not only were they gorgeous and rich, they also had to be NICE. God, what was up with them? Were they running for the title "Miss Perfect of something?" "Yes, C" drawled Estella in her British accent slowly, never bothering to look up as her fingers rapidly typed a text, "She'll probably be alright don't be so pessimistic." Estella-British, gorgeous, and smart. Could you understand why Champagne always felt so threatened now?

"Whatever. I read in a magazine that his daughter, Posh Warren was like a total snob, bitch, and slut. Just look at her name: Posh-if that doesn't scream snobby, I don't know what does." She sniffed, wrinkling her nose in distaste "She's probably like a total HIV/AIDS pick up point." Champagne countered back, rolling her eyes, allowing herself to slowly savour and sip her mimosa.

"Excuse me." A crisp British accent somewhat similar to Estella's got her attention. The voice was half amused and half irritated. Champagne was about to snap and tell the person to stop annoying her when the voice continued, "But I do believe that's me you're talking about." Champagne slowly turned around to come face to face with...Posh Warren?