Behind The Barbie...
Marley's POV
Chapter 1
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'SWEETIE! I'M HOME!'
'Hey, Mum.' I smile, as my Mum sweeps into the living room, picks up a magazine, and delicately sinks into a white leather settee. Can you sink into a chair delicately?
'Darling, you have school tomorrow. Are you properly ready?' She questions me. As if I need reminding about it, I'm scared already.
A British girl, starting at an American 'High School?' WITH An accent?
'Muuuuum, please don't make me go. Can't you home-school me or something? They're all going to take the mickey!'
'Sweetie, you know as well as I do it's looks not books in my case. Now, don't be daft. You said you were pumped!'
'Mum. Seriously. Do not say 'pumped' ever again. You're as English as the rest of us.'
Mum peers at me over the top of her fashion Magazine. Her sleekly arched eyebrows are raised. I can tell she's smirking.
'Sure, Marley. I'll never say it in front of you again. Just in front of your new, hip school friends.'
As I'm about to cut her short for that, my Dad comes in.
My Dad really is American, although he met my Mum in England, where I was born.
He's great, my Dad.
'Marley! Hey gorgeous, you're catching up looks with your Mom! Still after those model dreams? Because, I tell you, at this school, you'll have no problem. They run a senior course on it...'
I open my eyes wide in disbelief.
Mum smiles.
'YOU KNEW!' I laugh, and hug her.
'Well...'
MODEL COURSE.
Exactly the motivation I needed to get 'pumped' for school.

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