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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Pls give my story a chance, there's a lot more to it than the blurb. So pls stay with me on my journey as I make my story better.

Freak to Model

Memories flashed before my eyes. People, places, friends ... new family.


As if I ever had any. Anything past the age of fourteen I can't remember. They're like missing pieces of a puzzle that I can't find. 


It reminds me of that guy I met at Kinsley Corp, where the modelling competition was held. He remembered me, or thought he remembered me as someone he knew.  


All these thoughts were rushing and flapping around in my head. When suddenly I was jolted back in my body. 


Voices floated in my head words were jumbled and I was confused and tired.


Voices I remember, some I don't, people with accents, some with none.


Pain laced through my body. Like a... like a explosion of sudden pain everywhere. 


My mind was foggy but I felt an invisible string before me tugging at my body, tugging at my heart.


I opened my eyes to see the bright lights before me. The too clean, antiseptic smell and beeping of the machine beside me. 


This brought back memories... of something I can not remember. Something I could almost remember, on the tip of fingers. I could feel the small memory slip inside my head. 


Leaving behind a small flashback of a life I've never known.


The voices fading. The light dimming. The people's shadows over me disappearing. The smell faded. The invisible string... gone.


I opened my eyes immediately squinting at the too bright light above me. 


My body reclined on a semi-stiff hospital bed. My mind was once again fuzzy and foggy.


It was just my thoughts and myself laying in my bed. Wide awake.


People rushed around me, I felt someone grip my hands. My eyes still wide open but blurry figures were all I see. 


"It'll be okay, your here. Alive..." I heard someone say. A masculine voice, my Dad. Someone else maybe.


Once again fading into the oblivion as the drugs pumped into me making me forget. Everything.


"She can be discharged now, she's stable and it's seems like her body is finally beginning to cope again." The unknown voice said. I heard some rustling and some whispers. 


I began to open my eyes. My eyes fluttering open to see the bright lights above me. Reminding me of a something that I never knew.


I was sitting on a stool, behind me was a white canvas covering the entire back wall. I was staring at the camera with a straight face wearing one of the many clothes they provided for me.


They snapped a lot of photos of me, adjusting me after a few.


After modelling for them they cleaned of my make-up and I changed my clothes back into my normal ones.


And then I waited. It was hometime. I waited for Mommy to come and pick me up since Daddy was at work. 


The agency said that my modelling was very good for a 7 year old.


And that's why I'm here. My mommy said they like me. And I love modelling. 


Until they met Brooklyn. And she replaced me.


I snapped out of my daze as I was shaken awake by someone. 


My eyes flew to find my Dad standing before with an outstretched hand to help me up. 


"We're leaving. You're discharged we can leave. The model agency are expecting you today." He pulled out his phone as someone began to call him. Walking away he spoke to the person on the phone rapidly. 


I pulled the sheets off me and walked towards the window and stared. We're in L.A. I think. 


I grabbed my phone and looked at the time, date and location. We are in L.A, it was 3 days after the lightning occurrence and it was 10:07.


So I decided it would be a good idea to find the cafeteria in the hospital....


Hospital bed