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?


5. Chapter 5





Maddie got up from the table, raced back to her room and began frantically tearing apart her purse.  She emptied its contents out onto her bed and began sorting through the various receipts, crumpled candy wrappers, pens, chewing gum, Band-Aids, hair ties, and crushed Tic-Tacs. 

It wasn’t in there.

She searched her wallet once, then twice.  It wasn’t there either.  Where had she put it?  Where is it, where is it, where is it???  her mind screamed.

Think Maddie…  You crumpled it up and… stuck it in your pocket?

Yes!  She had crumpled it up and put it in her jeans pocket!  She began frantically looking for the jeans she had been wearing to the mall.  They weren’t wrinkled in a pile on her floor where she had left them.

Maddie dashed down the hall to the laundry room.  Maddie usually stayed far away from the laundry ever since that day when the dryer had broke and she’d tried to get her underwear to dry faster by putting it in the microwave.  Bad move.  Well, how was she supposed to know all it would do was melt the elastic?  Maddie had ended up with a disgusting, stinking pile of melted rubber and had had to go to school commando that day.  Since then, she’d steered clear of helping mom do her laundry.

“Mom!” she yelled.


Please don’t let the washing machine be on!  she thought desperately.

Maddie skidded on the hardwood floors and slid into the open door in her socks.

Uh oh.

Maddie looked with an overwhelming feeling of dread at the washing machine, which was happily humming, mid-cycle.  For the countless time that day, Maddie felt like crying.  It’s ruined.  The business card is ruined.

Her mom poked her head in.

“What were you calling me for?  I’m doing your laundry!”

Maddie could only shake her head.

“Nothing mom.  Forget it.”

Maddie’s mom shrugged.

“Your clothes were filthy.  You should really give them to me sooner so I don’t have to go in your room and get them.  Oh, and you keep leaving paper in your pockets!  Don’t you know it’s going to ruin the entire load of laundry?  Remember what happened when you left that tissue in your pocket?  You almost broke the washing machine.”

Maddie’s head snapped to look at her mother.

“Did you take the little piece of paper out of my pocket?”

Her mom looked at her strangely.  “Yes, of course, I always check.  I know how careless you and your sister are.  One of you is probably going to wash a twenty dollar bill one of these days.  Why?”

Maddie’s eyes immediately jumped to the wastebasket in the corner.  Slowly, she peered inside.  There, right on top of the pile of trash, was that stupid little business card crumped up into a ball.  Maddie’s shoulders sagged with sudden, overwhelming relief.

“Thanks mom.  I thought I had lost, ah, an important phone number.”

“Well, you be more careful next time!”

“I will.”

Maddie grabbed the business card out of the trash and hid it in her fist.  It wasn’t until she was back inside her bedroom with the door shut that she let herself carefully smooth it out, treating it with infinitely more care than she had just a few hours earlier.

Her brain was still trying to process what had happened earlier that day.  She now accepted that the woman who approached her in the store had been a real Victoria’s Secret executive and it wasn’t a mean prank being played on her.  And Victoria’s Secret was starting a teen line.

But that still didn’t explain why on earth the woman had approached her of all people.

Maddie Fox.  Maddie wasn’t anything special to look at, everyone knew that.  Maddie was no blue-eyed, blonde Barbie doll like Sundance.  Her hair was brown, dark brown, and her eyes were light brown.  Her skin was pretty pale, but no one would mistake her for a vampire, let’s put it that way.  Her boobs weren’t huge.  She wasn’t fat, but it’s not like she was stick-skinny either.  She wasn’t even that tall, for goodness sake!  No boys at school had crushes on her, as far as she knew.  Why in the world had that lady approached her out of all people?

Maddie was annoyed with every person she had ever hear say “beauty is on the inside” or “looks don’t matter.” What an insane pack of lies, meant to brainwash people like herself!  Everyone knew it was important to be pretty. Everyone was taught that in one way or another ever since they were babies.  Being pretty was what had made the prince fall in love with Cinderella, and had rescued her from a lifetime of cruelty and servitude. They didn’t call them ugly stepsisters for nothing.

Maddie remembered the moment that had led to her epiphany. She’d been in kindergarten and she had wanted to play with a girl named Jackie.

“Sorry, I can only be friends with pretty girls,” Jackie had called gleefully before running off, ponytail bobbing.

Maddie had gotten upset and told the teacher what Jackie had said.  When the teacher called them both into the classroom and tried to explain to Jackie that she had hurt Maddie’s feelings, Jackie’s response was simply, “But ugly people don’t have feelings!”

Maddie had been too little to take the time to try and understand Jackie’s comment right then and there.  But something about it had stuck in her mind, and over time, it all clicked.  She wasn’t pretty.  She just wasn’t.  Her lack of beauty was a fact as absolute and unquestionable as “spiders have eight legs” or “chocolate is delicious.”

Maddie had never felt pretty growing up.  What was the point in deluding herself now?

She yawned and checked the time.  It was too late to call the woman anyway.  Maddie wasn’t even sure she’d have the nerve to do it.  Maybe she’d just chicken out.

A little voice in the back of her head spoke up.  But Maddie, the woman wasn’t joking.  Maybe she really does see something in you.  Maybe you’re not as ugly as you think.

As Maddie was getting into bed, she examined her body in the mirror.  She had so many things wrong with her. She wasn’t considered one of the “hot girls” at school.  She never got any attention from boys.  She didn’t work out regularly.  Her body wasn’t super ripped or toned.  She didn’t have a six-pack.  She ate junk food.  But she had to have SOME nice things about her, right?  I mean, things could always be worse.

She turned off her bedroom light and flicked on her Little Mermaid nightlight, which was one of her last few relics of childhood.  She looked up at her poster of One Direction on the wall.

Maddie put on her headphones and found the song Little Things on her iPod.  She lay in bed and let the words soak over her.  “It’s you they add up to… All these little things...”  She liked to listen to this song when she felt unhappy.  Somehow, she felt like the members of One Direction were singing this song directly to her and that they were speaking about all of her insecurities.

Maddie fell asleep with the song playing in her ears and her mind drifting off thinking about cotton hiphugger panties and lime green bras and Heidi Klum.  In her dream she pictured Harry Styles telling her, “Maddie, you don’t know how beautiful you really are.”   Maybe I am pretty enough, she thought drowsily.  I’ll call the Victoria’s Secret lady first thing tomorrow!



Would You Rather…

1.  Live in a Tree House or on a Schoolbus?  

2.  Go out with Edward from Twilight or Peeta from The Hunger Games?  

3.  Have free Starbucks for a year or free toilet paper for the rest of your life?  

4.  Get a tattoo of SpongeBob or Winnie the Pooh?

5.  Take a vacation to a private tropical island, or Paris?

6.  Be a child sweatshop worker in China or a starving child in Africa?

7.  Have a personal hair and makeup artist or a personal chef?  

8.  Gain 100 pounds or lose 6 inches of height?   

9.  Have a pet monkey or a pet pig?  

10.  Go on a 10 hour flight and sit in between 2 morbidly obese people or between 2 crying babies?  

11.  Get stuck in an elevator for an hour with Justin Bieber or President Obama?  

12.  Give up showering or your cell phone for a month?


(Share Your Answers in the Comments!)

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