CHAPTER ONE

"This one, I want this one!" An excited voice exclaimed, pointing friskily at the small child sitting in the corner. The voice belonged to a woman with brown wavy hair, and beauty mark just above her lips, as well as perfectly shaped eyebrows and body. Her tight pink shirt pressed against her chest, as her black skirt trimmed her long smooth pale legs all the way down to her high-heeled shoes. The small female child blinked, her dirty short reddish-blonde hair against her face.

"I'm not so sure about that, madam," The lady who ran the orphanage stated, "She has some disabilities, how about little Billy over th…" Her voice trailed off as the other woman, also known as Addie, stubbornly, and rudely, interrupted.

"Disabilities? I don't care nor see any. She is a beautiful child, all she is in need of is a new haircut, a bath and some training."

"Her parents died when their house was hit by a satellite, she got smashed into the ground and nearly died. They used newer procedures, or so to say, tested ideas on how to help her, on her. Replaced some inner-body parts with metal, fused it into her blood as well to keep her bloody flowing." The other woman claimed.

"I see nothing wrong. I would like her. What is her name..?"Addie stated.

"She doesn't have a name, the incident happened at 4 weeks old, parents couldn't think of a name fitting enough until then. No one had ever asked, we call her Girl."

"Where are the forms?" The soon to be guardian questioned the woman, ignoring the lady's previous statement.

"Excuse me? Where are the forms Ms. Eagner?" Addie said rather impatiently.

"Oh sorry, my mind had wandered off. One moment please…" Eagner said, wandering into a door on the opposing side of the room, snatching some papers and a leash. Addie's eyes followed her into the room, of which they were looking through a window at Girl. Addie winced, seeing the woman snatching her arm harshly and dragging her out of the room on a dog leash, saying something in a harsh tone, but she couldn't hear it completely.

"Here you are." Ms. Eagner stated, handing the leash to her and the paper.

Addie glanced at the mark on Girl that on her arm from the grabbing.

"Do you know what your pedicure long nails could do to a precious girl like her's skin? It could leave permanent damage and a scar, and the modeling business doesn't fancy those all too much." Addie growled at the woman. Ignored the comment, Ms. Eagner huffed and signed a paper, pushed Girl's hand into a pad of ink, and pushed it on the paper leaving a handprint. Then gently handed Addie a wooden carved pencil, beautifully decorated, and the paper to sign it.

"Sign here, here, here, and here. Oh yeah, here too." Ms. Eagner said bored-like, looking around the room while her long beautiful fingers traced down the paper to particular spots. Addie immeadiatley signed, pushed it back to the woman, and left with a 'humph' taking Girl by the leash and walking down to her convertible, placing her in the back seat without a seat belt, and stepping into the front right seat. "Lets go, Belmond." Addie smiled to the man in black attire, sitting affront the steering wheel.

CHAPTER TWO

As fall turned to winter, winter to spring, and spring to summer, months, even years, continued to pass by the manor of which was Girl's new home. Living the spoiled life was one thing Girl didn't seem to enjoy, Addie continued to fluff her hair, dress her in bright colors, and paint her face with makeup every morning. The time came when Girl was of legal age to model.

"Come, Girl. It is time for your makeup time, preparing for your first show," Addie sighed and began brushing Girl's strictly blonde hair, "This is…a moment I have always dreamed of for you…I saw it the day I met you, and claimed you as my own…" the woman's voice began to trail off, "…I have finally came up with a show name for you!" She said, slightly perking up, "Valor. That is your show name. It means…" Addie's voice continued to trail off as Girl continued to show disinterest in her new name. Her show name. She disliked either names, one showed no love or originality, the other, was came up with on the spot. Girl wandered off the seat waving goodbye to her 'mother' as she heard her name being called upon from the loudspeakers. She patted down her pink fluffy dress and smoothed out her pink netted arm-socks. Her 'mother' came up by surprise and gave her a quick hug before Girl pushed away the curtains from either side. Girl pushed her away, pushed the curtains aside and walked shyly onto the stage. Her hair curled at the ends, a bow tied around her head, she forced a smile and stared into the audience, slightly wincing at the blinding bright lights that were shining down on her. She floated onto the front of the stage and twirled around, her dress catching air beneath it. She cartwheel and landed, backside facing the audience. She twirled around once more, and did a sort of catwalk motion. Then she stepped over to a seat placed out for her, and sat upon it. Facing some interview questions for her, she assumed. The host came out and said some loud things, Girl didn't catch exactly what the man was saying, but she didn't particularly care. Soon enough a microphone was handed to her by the man, that she now noticed, had large shiny white teeth.

"Now, lets meet our first contestant, VALOR!" He said in an almost happy scream. The audience clapped in amazement and the man turned to her, with a startling smile. "How Are You today, Val? Can I Call You Val? Of Course I Can Call You Val!"

He didn't even let me answer the question, Girl thought angrily. She didn't like being called Valor, let alone Val. It sounded like a slave name. He treats me like I'm three years old, I'm 10, Girl mumbled under her breath. She wasn't enjoying this, at all.

"Okay…onto the first question!" The host exclaimed to the audience, more seemingly to himself, "What is your favorite activity?" Girl grinded her teeth, modeling was bad enough, but having to answer these obviously trick questions was far worse.

"….Modeling." She lied through her teeth.

"Well, it IS an amazing pastime!" He said with a fake voice. The audience gave a roaring applause. The host decided to move on, to a more tricky question. He gave an evil eye and smirk to Girl and pulled out a flashcard and read it aloud. "Do YOU think YOU are PRETTY?" He said, smirking evilly at the young girl.

"No. No I don't." Girl said in a monotone sort of voice. She knew it wasn't the right answer if she wanted to win, but she didn't want to win. Her 'mother' wanted her to win. Her 'mother' was living through her. And she knew she would get heck for this from her 'mother', Addie, afterwards. Maybe it would make Addie change her mind permanently.