There was a huge poster up on the notice board at lunch and half the girls (if not more) were crowded round it. I heard a familiar squeal of excitement. Cherry, middle schools most unique but fashionable girl. Also my best friend, indicating that she was never very popular. She came over looking ridiculously cute in an outfit that looked fresh from the 50's her auburn hair in a high ponytail.
"You have to see this" she dragged me to the front of the crowd "LOOK!"
The poster read
"Top 10 girls we want to join the modelling girls club:
1: Phoebe Adlin-Meyer
2: Stepha Hillby
3: Cherry Redly"
I turned to her and squeal, happy for her, but she motioned for me to keep reading
"4: Paige Thomas
5: Melissa Branch
6: Amanda Hollind
7: Stacy Sheer
8: Katy Hopper
9: Poppy Genta
10: Angie Richards"
I turn back to her "so?"
She looked at me really annoyed "ugh, number 6?"
"Yeah but somebody else obviously has my name for I didn't sign up for this!" I laughed
"2 things, 1. There is no other Amanda Hollind in this school, and 2. You didn't have to sign up for it the scouted you!"
"Well Im not going!" I sighed "besides I cant do that I have stuff!"
"Please! I don't want to be lonely!" She said mocking a teary voice
"No!" I snapped
"You get to dress up...you love dressing up" she pouted
I hate to admit it but this got me "well...ok fine...but only this year." I said bluntly
"Great first meet is after school on Thursday" she said, excited "and so will ever foreseeable meet"
So there I was, standing in my green coat, ripped jeans and plain white t-shirt, no make up and hair with only 2 minuets spent attacking it with a brush, a model.
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FantasyAmanda lives in a world where her brain is in charge. Or at least it was. In middle school it was cool to live YOUR dreams. But now you only want a great social life and/or great grades. Amanda wants neither. She wants a life of interest. So when...
