Ms. Fancy Pants

Bow is not your everyday, normal, average girl. Her father is the owner of a model agency who is pretty high up in status, bringing in good pay. Bow gets everything she wants, be it clothes, the latest gadgets, jewelry, anything she wants. You could say her life is perfect, but really it isn't. Bow's mother died giving birth to Bow so her father married some random lady years after. Ever since the day she gained a stepmother, Bow has always hated her life. She always had anger problems, and always had tantrums, but they got worse and she started hating everyone and almost everything. Bow now uses her father's status to her advantage, but is never happy with her life. But will that all change when a certain boy band becomes her father's new clients? What will happen when one of the boys walks into her life and turns her whole world around?

((More suitable for more mature people))

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1. Ribbons and Cookies

BOW'S POV:

"I can't help it if I'm cute and her boyfriend likes me more!" I practically shouted at Marissa, my closest 'friend' over the phone. I hated my friends, they weren't really my friends. They were all fake, they just wanted to hang out with me because my dad was the owner of Seriously Sharp, one of the biggest model agencies in the world. So we're filthy rich and I'm an only child. Everyone wants me, friend wise or bed wise. 

"Look Bow, Stacy just wants you to back off a bit, they've been dating since 8th grade," Marissa said calmly. She was on speaker phone and I could hear everything clearly. I rolled my eyes at my ceiling. I was in my room, lazily laying on my bed. My room was huge, but it was kind of empty, and that's the way I liked it. They walls were a nice, dark maroon color, but the ceiling was white. All my furniture was antique looking. I had a small make-up table that was white and had mirrors on it and little drawers. My bed was a canopy bed that looked like a princess from long ago might have owned it. The wood was painted white, but my sheets, pillows, and blankets were maroon with small black flowers polka-dotted all over them. My door was white and right in front of my bed with the make-up table next to it. On the left side of my bed, there was my walk-in closet. It was huge, and basically half the size of my room, which was even bigger. To the right of my closet, was my bathroom, which wasn't that big to be honest, but it was only mine. One both sides of the head of my bed were white nightstand with white lamps that matched. There were also two windows in my room, right next to my night stands. Not above them, but next to them. Now the best part of my room was the wall to the right of my bed. It was plain, just had a tall, wide bookshelf against it. 

You must be thinking that it's an ordinary bookshelf and that was boring, but no. I mean yes, it was an ordinary bookshelf that was connected to the wall, until I made it the door to my secret room. All I had to do is pull out the right book and the bookshelf would slide to the left, giving way to my secret room. 

"Marissa! You're not listening to me! I never said I liked him, I'm not after him, so why should I back off? I think Stacy needs to get her shit together and talk to her man," I was losing my patience with this girl. I could hear Marissa let out a small gasp. "You can tell her I said that too." Then I hung up the phone and let out a sigh. There was a knock at my door. "Who are you?" I asked, not bothering to get of my back. 

"Nanny," I heard the voice of my nanny say. I sat up and unlocked the door, but walked back to my bed to resume my earlier position. Nanny was an old woman, so old she could be my grandmother, who watched me and took care of me since I was a baby. Her name was Sue, but I always called her Nanny. She was from somewhere in England, had grey hair, grey eyes, and the softest skin ever. The thing I liked best about Nanny, was that she was real. She wasn't fake, she was genuine. She always had my back and always supported me. She played the role of both a father and mother in my life.

"What's up Nanny?" I said. She let out a small chuckle, rolled her eyes at me, then went to my bathroom to retrieve the dirty clothes in the hamper. She may be old, but she was a strong woman. She walked back out and then started to leave, but I stopped her. "Wait!" I cried out, flipping over onto my stomach. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Can you make me cookies and braid my hair with ribbons?" I asked, childishly. 

"Oh child," Nanny smiled. I shyly smiled back. Her chocolate chips cookies and our hair braiding session was our bonding time. "Of course, let me just put these in the wash and I'll get started on the cookies. Why don't you try to finish your homework while you wait for me?" I let out a groan but then smiled and nodded. She playfully rolled her eyes at me and walked off. 

Just as I finished my math homework, Nanny walked back in with her ribbon box. I sat at the foot of the bed and faced the door, patting the area behind me for her to sit. She handed me the box, then sat down behind me with a brush. My hair was down already, and it was long. Like just passed my rib cage long. It was naturally soft and wispy, straight but with a bit of wave to it. Nanny brushed it back, slowly and softly, to avoid damaging my hair. As she started braiding my hair, I looked at the ribbons. I really wanted to wear pink ribbons and feel like a little girl, so I chose pink. As soon as Nanny finished braiding my hair, she tied it with the pink ribbon I selected. There was a 'ding' sound that came from downstairs. We both went downstairs. 

I sat in the dinning room, which only had a long dinner table in it and a beautiful chandelier above it. The kitchen, which looked like a chef's kitchen, and it was, was located next to the dinning room. Nanny walked in with a plate of cookies and two glassed of milk. It was our bonding time, of course we would share. After our little bonding time, I noticed it was eight o'clock at night. Time for Nanny to go to her own home. I gave her a hug goodbye and watched her off. I went back upstairs to my own room to get some sleep.

Back in my room, I stopped in front of my make-up table. I sat down on the small stool and looked hard at myself. My blond hair, my golden brown eyes, my clear fair skin, my cupid lips, and my cute nose. Okay, I know, I'm pretty vain, conceited, self-centered, all that stuff, but I can't help it if I'm an egoist. The thing is that I looked like my late mother. The mother I never met yet heard so many stories about. She was a sweetheart, so pure, so innocent, she was so loving and lovable  How could I look so similar to someone so different?

I put my hand against the mirror and started crying. I hated my life so much. I made so many mistakes and the worst thing was that I knew I was making mistakes even before I had made them. How could someone ever love someone like me?

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