Prologue

I stared at the pink scented paper that I was holding in my hands, not believing my eyes. Months ago, I had entered Victoria Secret's Angel PINK Dreams contest, the top five women had a chance to compete for a spot to be a runway angel. It all started out as a joke, a simple, harmless joke; never did I actually believe that I would have actually been considered model material.

The whole "joke" occurred at my best friend's birthday party, Demi Carter. There had been a few drinks along the way, everyone at the party was tipsy, drunk, or passed out. I was tipsy while everyone gathered around for a game of Truth or Dare. Choosing to go for a dare, they had dared to to apply for the Victoria Secret Angel PINK Dream contest. After attaching a photo of me and the required information, I hit the 'enter' button before thinking twice about it and talking myself out of this nonsense.

Reading the letter over for the tenth time, I still couldn't believe my eyes. I didn't know if I should be exploding with joy or to be furious for being so stupid to actually enter the contest. I sighed while running my fingers through my light brown hair, closing my eyes not knowing how to feel about the situation. Soon Demi came bursting through my bedroom door after receiving a phone call from myself about the letter. Demi's eyes were wide, mouth agape from the news I had just recently told her.

Demi was basically a sister to me, everyone called us twins but with different hair colors. She was a beautiful brunette, close to a dirty blonde with beautiful brown eyes to compliment her tan skin tone, while I had light brown hair and in my perspective, dull blue eyes that did nothing for my skin tone. We had never seen the resemblance, because honestly there was nothing to resemble in each other. She was the bubbly, energetic, friendly type of person while I was more of the calm, blunt, and sarcastic type of person. I stood tall at 5'7 while Demi was shorter than me; about 5'5 – I always hated being the tallest out of the group.

"Tell me you aren't joking Miley!" Demi's voice rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. Her face was shocked, that was the only emotion that I could read off of her face. I rubbed the nape of my neck with my lips pursed to the side. With my other hand I simply held out the pink letter for her eyes to read, she quickly snatched it out of my hand as her wide eyes scanned the paper.

"Oh my goodness, you made it to the top five. THE TOP FIVE!" Demi's voice shrieked throughout the bedroom causing me to flinch at her sudden outburst. I watched her jump around with excitement as if the letter was for her. I groaned and fell back onto my bed before shutting my eyes again.

"Who said I even wanted to be a part of this? This is simply a drunken mistake." I told my best friend sternly, emphasizing the words drunken mistake. The room suddenly was engulfed by the silence; I could feel her eyes burning through my body as if I was crazy.

"Are you crazy Mi, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity! We both know you are sexy as hell, and you could really be the next Angel." Demi's voice exclaimed.

She was always positive about things; I wonder how we ever could stand each other. We were complete opposites; she would always have her positive attitude only to have my blunt and sarcastic personality shoot it down. Maybe we were in each other's lives to keep us both sane, I mean someone has to remind Demi that life is rough, and no one is always going to take in her chipper personality. While she always reminded me that not everything in life is going to be hard, because there are the upsides of many things and I just had to keep moving with my head up high.

I opened my eyes before sitting back up to look at Demi, she was right. I have had modeling experience in the past, but I never actually considered in a modeling career simply because I always shot down the positive things down with the negative parts. I took a deep breath before giving in, "Alright, I will give this a shot. But, don't your damn hopes up for me Demi, they will drop me like a hot potato if I'm not exactly the material they are looking for."

My face showed no emotion, simply because there was no emotion for me to express. It was simple, I go to the interview, do whatever I have to do there, and then they will see I'm not what they're looking for and I can come back home and consume everything in the fridge.

Piece of cake!

But oh boy was I wrong.


I hope you enjoyed this short Prologue to get the story going.

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I decided to create last names for my character, there is Miley Rose and Demi Carter.

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