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

Remembering how hurt I was in the past, was fearful. It perturbed me to think that it could possibly happens again.


I know the pain. I'm no stranger to it. Got hospitalised for it. In a coma for a week and a half having nightmares over the same thing over and over again.


Seizures after seizures. Day after day. I was strapped to the bed, forced to relive the same night. Every time. Everywhere. 


I've been there, done that, got a massive scar.


I have a lot of scars actually, biggest one is from my collar bone to my stomach. That was from the crash. I couldn't stop the metal pole from meeting the car. I couldn't. 


I also have a few of scars on my face, and more on my stomach. It's mainly the reason why I wear make-up, but I also do it to fit in.


Do you think I like to wear short miniskirts and revealing tops? 


I never wanted fake friends that mean nothing to me and I mean nothing to them.


Even though they are all fake to me I got to stick with them. Till I find the right crowd. The right friends.


It's only now that I realise that I'm afraid to admit I'm jealous of Hayley.


She can wear whatever she wants. Eat whatever she wants. She not pressurised by society, or cares what they think. 


I honestly think that it's time... For a change. 


That will blacken my heart with terror to the core.


I looked out into the gloomy, dark, cloudy sky. I closed my eyes and thought back to when it happened. Keira must have it worse. She has injuries and scars that will remind her forever of the pain she's been through.


I noted how the hail has started raining harder. Smashing against the windows like it's trying to penetrate it. 


The rain and wind louder. As if it trying to drown out all the sound and everything, including us.


Just then did I feel what terror was, when the lightning struck the car. Sending the car toppling over with such force. 


The car came to a stop. The rolling had stopped. Keira was crying and screaming. I should be too.


Because this time, I'm one who got hurt.


Remembrance