The Girl Who Wore Combat Boots

The Girl Who Wore Combat Boots

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Layn is not a girly girl. She wears black skinny jeans, band t-shirts, and combat boots to school. She doesn't style her hair, instead she has bed head. oh, and braces are definetly not attractive. Also, her family is poor, as in living at a trailer park poor. One day, Layn is walking to school when she sees a flyer for a beauty pageant, and the prize is $500. Layn is determined to win her parents this money so they can live somewhere nicer, but the problem is she doesn't know how to be beautiful. She also doesn't own anything nice to wear. Even though she has all these problems, Layn finds a way to be beautiful with a little DIY beauty. She also finds out the more pageants she wins the closer she is to helping her parents. Now Layn has to do one thing she thought was impossible: Be beautiful. Through all this though she will have to face drama, and the choices any young girl has to make about true beauty. This book shows the trials and tribulations of being a beauty queen.
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My life used to be pretty boring. Everything was average. Normal family, normal looks, normal house, normal job, normal life. The only non-boring aspect of my life was my best friend which was only because she always managed to mess it up somehow. I didn't really mind much because it kept things interesting. That is until she disappeared leaving me to care for her fatherless child with nothing more than a few hundred pounds and a sorry note. She did ruin my old life. She ruined everything that I'd actually cared for. My parents hated the fact that I was 'throwing my life away' for a child that wasn't mine. Not to mention illegally. I dyed my hair blue in rebellion. My own way of saying "F*CK YOU!" ...They kicked me out shortly after. I couldn't find a decent job in the area and the rumors became so vicious that I just left and never looked back. Old life: Destroyed, unraveled, completely gone. Let's see how long my new life lasts shall we?

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