I'm a Model that's Undercover as The School's Nerd

There were many opportunities given to a person in life. When going to school, I’m given the opportunity to work hard and be anything I wanted to be in life. A world-class surgeon, a well-known movie director, a lawyer, or, even something more along the fine arts section. I made the risky decision of modelling. I took the opportunity with modelling that could either sore in life and give the career of rich or fame or it couldn’t go more than a local commercial. My name’s Clover Thompson, but to the world, I’m Lucky.

My mother named me after a four-leaf clover she found while walking inside. Apparently, when she bent down to pick it up it was in that exact moment her water broke. As she was giving birth she held onto the small green clover and when the time came and I popped out, she decided to share the name with me, naming me Clover Thompson. Thompson, being our family name of course. I got the name Lucky when my career went sky rocketing up after my first magazine appearance. It wasn’t something that happened at a such a young age which is why they called me Lucky, plus a four-leaf clover is supposed to be lucky. Either way, the name has stuck ever since.

And, speaking of my mother, she wasn't my biggest fan, but I was grateful for the fact that she was the one who started me in the modeling business when I was two years old.

Yes, in case you were wondering, you can find pictures of me today in your local Babies R Us catalog.

Now, I know I'm being a little nonchalant about this whole model business thing but it's because I've done this whole thing for sixteen years all starting in this exact city in Long Beach, California. That is why it didn't take long for me to become Victoria's Secret's number one angel.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I jumped in my chair as my rather annoying alarm went off for the billionth time. Yeah, I'm not what you would call a morning person. I set, at the least, ten alarms a morning because I have a bad habit of sleeping through them like a groundhog sleeps through winter.

Nah, I don't think I'm that bad.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Okay, maybe I'm just a little bad.

But in my defense, I'm technically still a teenager. We like our sleep but today was one of my better days. It's two months into school, so at this point I'm used to the five-thirty wake-up call.

for school was perfectly on my face before I started French braiding my blond, slightly shower-wet hair to the back. Once the two braids were done, I twisted them together and pinned them up into a bun, a special trick my stylist taught me a few years ago. I put on a new wig cap, slightly wincing at the tightness of it since it's never been worn. After a minute of getting used to

number one Victoria’s Secret’s Model is that everyone would kill to have you model for them as well as pay you quite a bit for just one photo shoot. One of the downsides, is that your life isn't exactly normal. I was followed from

succeeded though.

Why? Well, simply because they didn't see me outside of my model life. In school, I'm known as Clover Thompson, my legal name. My modeling name is Lucky. It was an easy thing, really, since the world didn't know me by anything else besides Lucky. Now, how does the whole thing work? Outside of school, I dress normally and go on with my life as I usually do. In school,

your life with private tutors, it kind of sucks. That's why I decided to start the undercover in high school thing as soon as I was old enough to attend. It probably all seemed like a lonely life, but I had my best friend, Tori.

I walked into the back where my school clothes were located and slipped on a plain, olive-colored t-shirt over my embroidered, black bra and then a

Ding.

glanced at my iPhone that laid on my vanity, plugged into the charger. I slid my finger across the phone, quickly putting in the passcode and easily unlocking it before going to the

my secret to the key to my house. She was one of those friends you could trust with your life if it came

only imagine since she was gone too

school every day. The car I usually use for school is an old, beige-colored Cavalier but the one I prefer to use outside

you almost ready?" She handed me my usual drink from Starbucks, a caramel espresso grande.

remember where I put my glasses yesterday," I said, moving my makeup

truly show that you're a natural blonde," Tori said, chuckling

I scowled. "Where'd you find them?"

at me. "You left them on

sheepish smile. Of course, I did. Ha, I totally knew that.

known that... eventually.

full body mirror on the wall. "Sexy

out of my room. We headed down the stairs to the living room where I grabbed my gray and black book bag off the

teenager on earth is as wide awake as you and in such a hurry to go to school. I mean, it's six-thirty