Confessions of a High School Supermodel

Meet Maddie Fox, a self-proclaimed Lozerilla. She’s 16, loves One Direction, shops at Forever 21, and frequently spends high school lunchtime hiding inside a bathroom stall. Maddie dreams of fitting in with the popular girls, but her shyness (and the fact that she has the most embarrassing family in the world) makes that impossible.

But when a chance encounter with a modeling scout thrusts Maddie into stardom as the next Victoria’s Secret supermodel, the girl that no boy ever looked at twice is suddenly a sex symbol, her picture on every teenage guy’s bedroom wall.

Maddie has to navigate her newfound fame amidst the jealous girls at school who want to see her crash and burn. But is getting everything you ever wanted all it’s cracked up to be?


16. Chapter 16





Maddie and Sundance looked at each other for a split second before every single girl at the party stampeded to the front of the stage.  It reminded Maddie very strongly of those Black Friday shoppers you see on the news who trample each other and start riots at department stores to get to the sales.  Except this was SO much better than some half-priced toaster.  This was 1D! 

Maddie and Sundance ended up somewhere in the middle of the pack as the five band members ran onstage to a deafening crowd of screaming girls.  Some of them were crying, letting out hysterical, earsplitting yelps.  A few started hyperventilating, looking like they were about to faint.

“Oh my god, it’s One Direction!” Maddie screamed above the din.  Her heart started beating faster.  This makes everything all worth it!  Again, she felt a slight pang that Bree wasn’t there.  Bree loved One Direction just as much as she did.

Liam picked up the microphone and began crooning, “You’re insecure, don’t know what for.  You’re turning heads when you walk through the do-o-or.”

Sundance turned to her breathlessly.  “Maddie, you have to get us backstage!” she demanded, screeching inside Maddie’s ear to be heard.  “Come on, it’s One Direction!” she begged.

For once, Maddie fully agreed with her.  The two girls quickly made their way to the side entrance of the stage, where several burly security guards stood menacingly.

An intimidating-looking bouncer was yelling at a couple screaming girls, “Stay away from the stage!  Stand back or we’ll kick you out!”

Sundance pulled Maddie to the front of the mob and yelled at the bouncer, “This is Maddie Fox!”

The security guard didn’t even glance in her direction.  “No one gets in!  No one!” he kept shouting over and over again.

“She’s a Victoria’s Secret model!” Sundance yelled.  “She’s famous!  This is her party!” Maddie looked at the bouncer hopefully.

“I don’t care if you’re god himself!” the bouncer bellowed into Sundance’s anxious face.  “I said no one goes backstage!”

All of a sudden, What Makes You Beautiful ended, and the beginning strains of Kiss You started up.  Maddie froze, dumbstruck and utterly stunned.  She forgot everything in that instant.  If someone had asked her what her name was, she would have gazed at them dreamily and mumbled “One Direction.”  This was her favorite song in the entire world.  She had one desperate thought running through her mind.  I have to hear this song!

Maddie wriggled her way closer to the center of the crowd, leaving Sundance behind, still arguing with the bouncer.  She felt somewhat dazed, as if she were moving through a dream.  She didn’t take her eyes off the stage the whole time.  Moving through the crowd should have been difficult; girls were jumping around, jostling each other, and trying to dance.  However, Maddie inadvertently used her heels to her advantage.  Those spiky stilettos were a nightmare to walk in, and they kept catching the fleshy bits of other girls’ feet.  She accidently stepped on so many girls’ feet that she unconsciously cleared a path for herself right to the stage. 

At last, Maddie made it to the front of the crowd, directly behind the metal barrier, just as the band was launching into their third song.  She had no idea where Sundance was, but she couldn’t care less.  All she wanted to do was watch the band and lose herself in their incredible performance.  In between songs, a couple of assistants began throwing t-shirts into the crowd and passing out One Direction posters.  Maddie was too close to the front to catch a t-shirt, but she did manage to snag a poster. 

One Direction played a couple more songs and that was it.  The entire crowd of girls started booing loudly, including Maddie.  “We Want 1D! We Want 1D!” they chanted. 

The concert presenter took the stage.  “I’m sorry ladies but that’s it for tonight!  The boys only had time for a quick performance!  They’re catching a flight to Tokyo tonight for their Japanese tour!  Now, let’s give a big hand for One Direction!”

As half the girls cheered and the other half continued to boo, the band ran offstage and began making their way to the backstage entrance.  In order to get there, they had to walk across the front row of fans.  The band members all took their time, stopping to take pictures with a few lucky girls and sign autographs.   They were coming toward her!  She could hear girls around her starting to scream their heads off as they leaned over the barrier.  Maddie leaned as far over the metal bar as she could and reached her arm with the poster so far, she felt like she might pull her shoulder right out of its socket.

Maddie hesitated a brief second.  There’s Harry!  Harry Styles, her favorite!  But there was also Niall, Bree’s favorite.  Who should I ask first?  Which one should I go for?  The band made their way to where Maddie was standing and in a split second, she made her decision. 

“NIALL I LOVE YOU!” she squealed at him, trying to make herself heard over the deafening roar of the fangirls.  He smiled at her and quickly scribbled his name on her poster before moving on to the next screaming girl.  Maddie looked beside her desperately.  Harry had already moved way past her.  She’d missed her chance.  She felt a twinge of disappointment but all that evaporated when she looked down at Niall’s signature scrawled across her poster.  She got tingles down her spine as she looked at his messy autograph scribbled in black permanent marker.  I better keep this away from Cassidy. Knowing her, she’ll probably try to sell it on eBay or something!  Maddie held onto the poster carefully, trying to protect it from the flailing limbs of girls around her.

Once One Direction had run backstage, the crowd began to break up quickly, with some girls yelling, “Head for the parking lot!”  At least half the girls in the crowd dispersed to chase after the getaway car.   Maddie was able to make her way back to the buffet table where her plate of food was still sitting, cold and untouched.  She carefully smoothed out her poster and laughed delightedly at her good fortune.  There must have been at least 300 girls there!  she thought to herself.  And they signed, what, maybe 15 autographs?  And I got one!

A minute later, Sundance appeared, looking as exhilarated as Maddie felt. “Omg, can you believe we were just in the same room as my five future husbands?” she shrieked.  “I was breathing the same air as Taylor Swift’s ex!  That was freaking crazy!”

Maddie jumped up and down.  “I know, weren’t they amazing?” she cried.  “I loved when they sang Kiss You!  Did you end up making it backstage?” she asked.

Sundance nodded and then scowled.  “Yeah, eventually.  The concert was pretty much over by then.  And when they finished, the band just ran through, surrounded by security guards.  I couldn’t get anywhere near them!”

“Oh, that sucks!”

Sundance groaned.  “I wanted them to sign my boobs!” she complained loudly.  A few girls turned to stare.  Maddie flushed and turned her head away from peoples’ gazes.

Sundance began to look even more upset.  “There wasn’t even anything interesting backstage.  Just stupid old Eleanor Calder,” she whined.  “You know, Louis’s girlfriend?  She looked really ugly in person, that whore.”

Maddie shrugged uncomfortably, wishing Sundance would stop talking so loudly.  People could hear them.  Ann’s words flashed through her mind about being professional at all times.  That said, she felt a little bit sorry for Sundance.  She knew how much it must suck to come thisclose to One Direction and miss them!  Neither of them would probably ever get that opportunity again.  Suddenly, she saw Sundance eye her poster with giant, hungry eyes. 

“Hey!  Where did you get that?  Did you meet one of them?  Whose autograph is that?” Sundance peppered her with questions, her eyes fluttering from the poster to Maddie’s face, and back again.

Maddie instinctively clutched the poster tight to her chest.  “Niall signed it,” she admitted, her face coloring a bit.

Sundance looked up into Maddie’s eyes for a second.  An unspoken question passed between the two girls.  Maddie gritted her teeth.

Can you have it?  Not a chance in hell!

Sundance seemed to sense Maddie’s wordless answer and a nonchalant expression returned to her face.  “Oh, Niall?  That’s cool.  I heard he’s secretly gay.”

Maddie’s eyes narrowed.  You bitch!  If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all!  She stayed silent.

Sundance inspected the signature closely.  “Funny how you can’t even read the name!” she smirked.  “It just looks like a random scribble.  It could say ‘Zayn’ or ‘Liam’ or ‘Harry’ for all I know!”  She grinned spitefully.  “It could even say ‘Loser.’”  Sundance tossed her hair over her shoulder and turned her back on Maddie.  “I’m going to go dance,” she announced.

“Have fun,” Maddie answered coldly.  Did she seriously think I was going to hand over my autographed poster? she asked herself incredulously.  That girl has some nerve!  This little baby is like gold!



Hey, it’s alright….

…to laugh so loudly that everyone else stares.

…to think that the season finale of The Carrie Diaries is a way bigger deal than the Superbowl.

…to wear leggings as pants.

…to ask your friends for advice and then do the complete opposite.

…to make up your own Academy Award acceptance speech.  You know, just in case!

…to wear the same Halloween costume year after year.

…to complain about all the facebook messages people send you, but get seriously offended when they don’t.

…to sometimes watch infomercials as if they were actual TV shows.  (Magic Bullet anyone?)


(Adapted from Glamour Magazine)

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