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.

shower-wet hair to the back. Once the two braids were done, I twisted them together and pinned them up into

you model for them as well as pay you quite a bit for just one photo

They never succeeded though.

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,

as soon as I was old enough to attend. It probably all seemed like

up the 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 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

Ding.

my finger across the phone, quickly putting in the passcode

texted and 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

I could only imagine since she was gone

I were extremely close and found it easier to take turns driving to school every day. The car I usually use for school is an old, beige-colored Cavalier but the one I prefer to use outside of school is my black Audi R8 coupe. In other words,

you almost ready?" She handed me my usual drink from Starbucks,

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

a natural blonde," Tori said, chuckling as she handed me the glasses.

scowled. "Where'd you find them?"

She rolled her eyes at me. "You left them on the kitchen

course, I did. Ha, I

Well, I would've known

my full body mirror on

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 the plush,

know, I'm starting to think you 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