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.

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

my life as a model isn't your most typical lifestyle. One of the perks of being 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 for just one photo shoot. One of the downsides, is that your life isn't exactly normal. I was followed from time to time. The paparazzi thoroughly enjoyed trying to find some story

They never succeeded though.

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

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. She’s just like me, a model who attends high school, but since she's new to Victoria’s Secret, she doesn't get much recognition in

filled with tons of outfits. 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 warm, oversized hoodie. I then slid on a pair of flared jeans that fit perfectly, completely covering my black lace panties before I pulled on a pair of ankle socks and some Converse to

Ding.

iPhone that laid on my vanity, plugged into the charger. I slid my finger across the phone, quickly

I smiled. Tori was the only one I trusted 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

Like the one I could only imagine since she was gone too soon.

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

door before coming in. "Hey, you almost ready?" She handed me my usual drink from

to remember where I put my glasses yesterday," I said, moving my makeup around on my dresser and

Tori said, chuckling as she handed me

scowled. "Where'd you find them?"

me. "You left them on the kitchen

I sent her a sheepish smile. Of course, I did. Ha,

known that... eventually.

myself a quick look in my full body

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

No teenager on earth is as wide awake as you and in such a hurry to go to school. I