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?


9. Chapter 9




Maddie’s great mood lasted the rest of the day and well into the evening.  At night, she stood in the shower and scraped the thick layers of creams, lotions, powders, and pigments off her skin.  It was actually sort of satisfying scrubbing herself clean and watching the water turn filthy brown from the mixture of makeup, fake tan, and glitter.

And just like that, with the swirl of a shower drain, Maddie’s coach turned back into a pumpkin.  Her Cinderella moment was officially over.  By the next morning, her eyelashes were no longer a mile long, her curls had straightened themselves out, and she was even sporting a shiny new pimple on her cheek, no doubt from all the gunk that had been pressed into her pores.  Even her manicure was starting to chip. (At least her eyebrows still looked awesome though!)

There was, however, one last thing she still had to do for the Victoria’s Secret executives.  All the models that were being considered for the job were required to pass a basic physical examination from a doctor just to make sure they were in good health and able to meet the demands of the position.

Ann explained that it was a pretty standard requirement for models and actors and compared it to getting medical clearance before joining a sports team at school. 

“If you get hired to represent our brand, you’re going to be the new face of Victoria’s Secret.  We’re going to need to fly you around the country for promotional events, interviews, runway shows, and photoshoots.  A lot of late nights and early mornings.  People think being a model is all easy and glamorous, but it’s a lot of work.  It’s going to take a lot of energy and travelling, and we need to make sure whoever we choose is going to be able to handle the physical demands.”

Maddie still didn’t exactly understand why she needed a doctor’s approval, so her dad explained it to her that night at dinner. 

“Let’s say you’re making a movie and halfway through filming, the lead actor suddenly dies,” he began.

“Uh huh,” Maddie nodded.  “Then everyone would be pretty screwed, right?”

“Right.  So basically, they want to make sure whoever they choose is in good health so that they don’t randomly get sick or die and have to stop working.”

She nodded.  “Okay, that makes sense.”

Maddie hadn’t gotten a physical exam since that hellish week freshman year when she’d temporarily lost her mind and decided to try out for the school’s volleyball team.   After a couple of days, Maddie’s arms were covered in purplish black bruises, and her lungs were sore from yelling.  That week had been the beginning and end of her career as an athlete. 

On Sunday, Maddie’s mom checked her into their hospital’s Teen Clinic and told her she’d be back in an hour.  Ordinarily, her mom would have gone inside and seen the doctor with her, but Cassidy needed to be taken to a swimming lesson. 

Eventually, a nurse poked her head in the waiting room. 

“Madison Fox?”

Maddie shyly followed the nurse into the doctor’s examination room. 

A minute later, Maddie’s eyes widened as a tall, attractive doctor walked into the office and picked up the clipboard with her file stuck in it. 

He looked handsome, like a movie star (maybe Tom Cruise?), with thick dark hair and bright-white teeth.

Maddie sat up a little straighter and tried to suck in her stomach a little bit.  Where were those airbrushed abs when you needed them?

“Hi,” she tried to smile winningly at him and still look cool and casual at the same time. 

The doctor barely glanced at her before he began firing off questions. 

“How old are you?”


 “Do you smoke?”

“Only when I’m on fire,” she tried to joke.

The doctor looked annoyed.

“Um, I mean, no."

He continued questioning her in a somewhat bored voice.  “How often do you drink alcohol?”

“Ummm, never.”  She fidgeted in her seat.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure!” she said.

The doctor eyed her deeply over the top of his clipboard.  “You know young lady, your answers are completely confidential.  I’m not going to tell your parents anything.”

“I know,” Maddie nodded.

“So, how often do you drink alcohol?” He repeated, his eyes bearing into hers.

“Never,” she repeated, this time in a slightly stronger voice.

The doctor nodded sharply and made a mark on his clipboard, as if he finally believed her answer.

“Any drug use, marijuana, ecstasy, cocaine?”

“No, none of that,” Maddie shook her head.

“Are you active?” he asked.

Maddie’s foray into volleyball a few years earlier flitted through her mind.  Her arms hurt just thinking about it.  Dancing to One Direction counts, right?

She nodded enthusiastically.  “Sure, I exercise.” 

The doctor examined his clipboard absentmindedly.  “Do you use protection?”

Maddie continued nodding.  “You bet! SPF 30, every day.”

The doctor looked up with a frown.  “No, no, that’s not what I meant.”

With a start, Maddie suddenly realized what he had intended.  “Oh, oh activeThat kind of active.  I thought you meant, you know, the other kind of active,” she stammered, her voice cracking. 

The doctor lowered his clipboard and stared at her with his movie star face. He spoke to her as if she were a five-year-old.  “Are. You. Sexually. Active?” he asked, with emphasis on the word ‘sexually.’

Maddie coughed, her face flushing.  “Not completely.”

He glared at her, his pen poised above the paper.  “Is that a yes or a no?”

“No!” Maddie burst, practically dying of embarrassment.  “I’ve never even kissed a guy before!”

The doctor looked at her in surprise at her sudden outburst, then made a note on his clipboard.  “I see….”

Maddie doubted her face faded from bright red during the entire rest of the physical examination.  Not while he peered inside her ears, not while he listened to her heartbeat with his stethoscope, not while he checked her breathing.

Finally, he signed the bottom of the examination sheet and handed her off a clean bill of health.

Maddie grabbed it and turned to go.


He had an amused smirk playing on his lips.  “Good for you wearing sunblock every day!” 

Maddie was pretty uncomfortable as she left the doctor’s office.  She couldn’t stop cringing.  That was totally humiliating! Even the doctor could tell how inexperienced she was with boys.  Good thing mom wasn’t here!  Maddie’s mom’s idea of talking to her daughter about sex was shouting at her every so often that she’d better not get pregnant.  As if that were even a remote possibility of happening anytime soon. 

The next week passed by agonizingly slowly.  By the time Monday morning crept up, Maddie had all but stopped checking her phone compulsively for news from Ann.  The memory of her photoshoot faded a little more each day.  It no longer felt real, but more like something that had happened to her in a dream.

Maddie finished the last book of the Hunger Games trilogy and began rereading the Twilight series.  These books were thicker and took her more time to get through.  Maddie was so caught up in the love triangle between Bella, Edward, and Jacob, she almost managed to forget about the Victoria’s Secret contract hanging over her head. 

Maddie found herself daydreaming that she was Bella and Sawyer was Edward.  She imagined Sawyer was pale and sparkly and completely in love with her. 

After a week of Twilight, the moment she had been waiting for finally arrived.  Maddie received a call from Ann Sterling asking her and her mom to drive down to her office.  Maddie could feel all the pressure from the past week building inside her head.  It’s all come down to this! she thought to herself.  Finally, I’m going to get an answer!



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