Landry Albright enters a modeling competition with her two best friends, but runs into jealousy when she advances to the next level without them. Enter the gorgeous Devon, who also makes the first cut of the modeling contest. Devon seems like the perfect new best friend, but can their friendship survive the competition? Throw in a new boy, jealousy and loyalty issues, and insults from hair stylists. How’s a girl to deal?
The competition was for girls between the ages of thirteen and
seventeen, but it felt like Ericka, Tori, and I were the youngest ones
there. I only saw a couple of girls from school, and the lineup looked
more like something you’d see on a music video set. All the girls were
gorgeous, and they had these curvy womanly bodies. I looked like a
skinny little kid next to them. The first girl walked out, and I heard
the judges say she “owned the runway,” and, “walked like a gazelle.” I
was starting to feel ill. I wasn’t sure which way it was going to come,
but I knew I had to find a bathroom — fast. I started to get out of line
when Ericka grabbed my wrist.
“It’s almost time,” she said. A tiny bit of spit flew out of her mouth and hit my cheek.
I
wasn’t sure why she was so intent on me going through with it, but she
had a death grip on my arm, so I didn’t have much of a choice. Her
number was called and she walked out to the stage. One of the other
girls said she walked like a kid with sand bucket stilts on her feet,
but she came back with a smirk on her face like she knew she’d get
chosen.
“They said they had never seen such long legs,” she said.
Tori was next.
“She
walks like a gorilla at feeding time,” said the girl behind me. I went
next, and I tried to focus on not tripping over my feet. My mom’s pumps
had a rubber sole on the bottom, which probably wasn’t the brightest
idea seeing as my shoes were making squeaking noises as I walked. I was
so nervous I couldn’t stop smiling as I walked. I looked like the
plastic clown who blows up balloons with its mouth at the Pizza Palace.
When I got to the end of the runway, I tried to cross my feet to turn
like the other girls had, but I over rotated and ended up doing a full
spin which made my kilt fan out and gave the mall walkers a view of my
blue underpants. I tried to act like it was intentional and did an extra
turn. One of the judges put her hand up to stop me, and I held my
breath as she started to speak.
Author Biography
Krysten Lindsay Hager is an author and book addict who has never met a bookstore she didn’t like. She’s worked as a journalist and also writes middle grade, YA, humor essays, and adult fiction. Her debut novel, TRUE COLORS, will be out June 17th from Astraea Press. She is originally from Michigan and has lived in South Dakota, Portugal, and currently resides in Southern Ohio where you can find her reading and writing when she’s not catching up on her favorite shows.
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