Candy, Fergie and Christy enjoyed their mouthwatering breakfast, and Christy seemed even more contented that she fits in the TopModel World. Christy, chewed on a juicy kiwi as Liv, Jenny, and Janet sauntered over to the girls’ table.
“Watch out,” warned Candy and Fergie,” those girls are nicknamed mean underlined.”
“What’s up Christy, are you eating up your shame?” Christy was purplexed.
“Cut to the chase, what antics are you planning now?” blurted Candy backing up her best friend.
“Ok, I’ll cut to the chase. Christy is the ugliest TopModel that ever lived, and you’ll so not win the TopModel award. What family did you come out of, aliens?” snickered Liv, Jenny and Janet.
Christy stood up nonchalantly and put her hands on her hips.
“Excuse me, but I think you’re refering to yourself.” replied Christy.
Yes, Christy was the kind of girl that could talk the talk like she could walk the walk. Christy hadn’t noticed, but she’d attracted a crowd, and everyone gasped in surprise at Christy.
“I’m sympethetic and friendly to everyone who treats me fairly, and since you haven’t, watch out. Christy’s best friends forever was so proud of her for standing up for herself. She had transformed into nice, shy to nice, confident.
Now, there’s only one question left to ask you, reader. What do you think will happen next?