AngelIsTheName

Hayley Skye is a freak. Forced to go to watch a modelling competition with her younger sister: Keira. She meets a mega famous model: Brooklyn Skye.

There she finds out the secret of a lifetime...That she's is actually the twin sister of Brooklyn Skye.

Her new twin sister, tells her how she's dying from cancer and needs her to take her place as her company's new model. 

To Hayley everything is not what is seems, behind the perfect image Brooklyn has built herself, she smells fear.

A lot of it.

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Her mother soon explains how a contract was made that Brooklyn was supposed to model for for her company for at least 7 years. And if Brooklyn breaks the the contract in any way as such, then she'll be sued for 6 MILLION.

The only way to solve this is for Hayley to take her place. 

As Brooklyn retires to her deathbed, Hayley is left with no choice Hayley is forced to replace Brooklyn as the new reigning model of "Kinsley Corp".  

But becoming a model does have it's downs, with an enemy knocking at her door. She isn't safe anywhere.

Someone who has plotted against her sister and won't stop there, until they destroy the company and Hayley with it.

But when it's time to compete and curtains are up, who will win, and who will lose???

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Freak to Model

Keira was rubbing her spray tan on her body when she noticed me come out my room in a grey tracksuit, you should have seen her face it almost looked as if she was gonna die, it wasn't as half hilarious as I make it sound though.


'OMG! Do you really think that I'd let you go to a competition, with models, and BROOKLYN SKYE, looking like that.'


'This is how you dress to impress. You have a lot to learn for a seventeen year old.' She dragged me and brought out these clothes from her closet. Like where and when on Earth did she get me a pair of actually decent, non-slutty clothes and freaking skyscrapers for shoes. Keira never buys me clothes, and when I say never. I mean NEVER!


She loathes the shop I get my clothes from she think they're all hideous and too vintage. That it's a lonely shop for fat and lame people, but that's rude to judge, you can't judge a shop by the people that go to it and ... when did she know I turned a size twelve? 


I can't even believe that I, of all people even like those type of clothes. (But I guess these were an exception). 


They would look totally beautiful on anyone, if you weren't me, but really they were like everyday cute clothes.


'Yes, this is what your going to wear it's so ...'


'No, it's... BIG! When did you turn a size ... TWELVE! Wow, I'm sorry, still these clothes might pull of the look, you've got a kind of flat stomach, it'll do. ' She gave me the clothes to wear as she pushed me inside her room.


When I looked in the mirror I saw a average sized girl wearing: a cute dark blue, leather skirt; a blue, velvet top and a purple leather jacket. I had black loafers on with purple nail polish I added myself to my nails, and a locket my mum gave me before she died, filled with all our dreams. 


My jet black hair streaked with strips of purple dye I bought last week. It finally reached up to the bottom of my waist, nice and sleek. 


I was ready, and that moment I realised how nice it feels to be pretty. I wish I felt like this everyday.


But just as I was opening the door I saw some purple dye on my fingers. The tips of my hair was blond. I knew I was seeing things. My hair has never been blond. So I brushed it off my shoulder as if it were nothing. I prepared myself and opened the door to let Keira see me.


Accidentally, Dad saw me as well and gasped, I thought I was busted, but instead he cried and called me beautiful. Keira was so happy that she actually approved of how I added the tiny bits of detail so very perfectly.


Fashion Queen