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

'Dad! How could you say your own child is fat!' I shouted. 


You see, the thing is I am actually fat. But who admits that type of stuff.


Dad came back from work after being promoted, now he won't have to travel as much as Mom. Or as Mom did.


Just about 2 weeks ago, I met my twin sister, I almost died and my dad promoted.


Everything is happening too quickly and my head feels like it may explode.


BROOKLYN IS DEAD! I won't ever get to talk to my new twin sister about her fame. I won't ever get to talk about guys, get her to do my homework, get her to ..... do the things a sister should do.


It's like now someone loves me.... they just disappear. As if I don't deserve love. For someone to love me.


Brooklyn died from Cancer in her blood. I didn't know that till now, I only just met her and now... she's gone. I, instead, have to take her place. As a MODEL! Or my family has to pay six million dollars.


Like come on I don't have half or even quarter of the experience that she had. Apparently, she signed a document saying she belongs to their company. So basically, if she wants to leave the company she has to pay six millions dollars cos that's how much she makes in like a year for the company.


Only if she had known she had a sister, she wouldn't have to sell herself and body to that company.


Dad's like, 'Mufflecakes they gave you two months to get into shape before they take you in. That's two months of healthy eating and exercise.'


Quick anecdote: When I was a child Dad gave me the name Mufflecakes because I had a stuffed bunny called Mufflecakes that I was obsessed with. And now he calls me that.


Honestly, I wish none of this happened, I wished that I hadn't went to the competition, I wish I never met the weirdo, I wish Jack never left, l I wish Mom never died or that ... or that...


You think that I would be accepted, that they would take me as I am. Like I bet my sister didn't have to change. All she had to do was wear a face of make-up, spray tan and a sexy outfit and boom. She's a model.


That's what I told Dad. You should have seen his reaction. With a serious face he said to me sadly: 'You are not perfect. No one is,'.


'Everyone has imperfections, you just have more.' Dad mumbled that under her breath. I still heard, and I was offended. That what's the moment I knew to prove them wrong.


I know I have more imperfection than others, but to say that... it really hurts.


They says nothing stays forever. Then neither does my imperfections. I will change for the better. I will prove them all wrong: Dad, Keira, Britney and Brooklyn. Even that God forsaken Kinsley Corp.


They won't know what hit them. Mom always uses to say.... Anything is possible.
