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.

I turned off the rest of my alarms and continued with my usual morning routine. I made sure my fake, latex nose piece that I added on only 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

the 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

They never succeeded though.

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

I decided to start the undercover in high school thing as soon as I

pace a bit. I stood up from my chair in front of my vanity mirror and went over to my closet. I opened the white doors and stepped into the humongous closet filled with tons of outfits. I walked into the back where my

Ding.

charger. I slid my finger across the phone, quickly putting in the passcode and easily unlocking it before going

everything with, from my secret to the key to my house. She was one of those friends you could trust with your life if it came down to a life or death situation. She was like the sister I didn’t get the opportunity

imagine

beige-colored Cavalier but the one I prefer

tapped on the door before coming in. "Hey, you almost ready?" She handed me my

put my glasses yesterday," I said, moving my makeup around on my dresser and opening drawers as I tried to find

natural blonde," Tori said, chuckling as she handed me

"Where'd you

"You left them on the

I sent her a sheepish smile. Of course, I

I would've known that... eventually.

gave myself a quick look in my full body

my room. We headed down the stairs to

have some secret boyfriend or something. No teenager on earth is as wide awake as you and in such a hurry to go to school. I mean, it's six-thirty in the morning," I said, dragging my feet behind her as we exited the house, locking