Skipping school is bad for your health.
Wearing a pair of destroyed Blue Cult jeans, a Hanky Panky camisole and Vince cardigan, Madison sat on her sister's bed. Everyone's final dress fitting were in an hour, and Anina was still debating on what she should wear.
"Just pick the fucking Diane von Furstenberg and let's go." Maddie piped in as she plucked a Marlboro off her sister's nightstand and lit it with a pink Bic lighter.
"Madison, this is the last time Oscar's going to be working with me before the wedding. I don't want to look sloppy." Her sister called out from inside her walk-in closet. Maddie rolled her eyes, sending a stream of smoke through the air.
Whatever, I'm always wrong.
With a sigh, she got off the bed and went into her room.
At least I get to see some of the girls today. And I'm missing school.
Safe behind the closed bedroom door, Madison turned on her stereo. Once Oasis' Wonderwall was emanating softly from the speakers, she then grabbed a huge box off the top of her dresser and plopped down on the floor. With her rig propped between her lips, she started rummaging through the stacks of pictures inside.
The first picture that appeared in the tabloids after my "recovery." It was especially nice of those assholes to give it the title, "Mad Madison back in action." Fruits.
My adorable cheeseball, up close and personal!
Elle, Alison and I at the MARC show a while ago. We look so orange!
Me and Bella at that same show. Hot, hehe.
Ohhhh my Lord! I almost forgot the time me and Robin went to Disneyworld. Too hilarious!
On the way to some party... Heh, Johnny didn't think I'd take the picture!
Oh Kevin, what an all-star!
Me and Henry. (Anina's fiancée.) He's going to be, like, my brother. Weird.
"Madison! It's time to go!"
Madison looked up from her pictures, having completely forgotten that she had to leave.
"Coming!"
Leaving an enormous stack of pictures on the ground, she quickly tossed her still-burning cigarette in the toilet and left her room.
Dress fitting, here I come.
"Just pick the fucking Diane von Furstenberg and let's go." Maddie piped in as she plucked a Marlboro off her sister's nightstand and lit it with a pink Bic lighter.
"Madison, this is the last time Oscar's going to be working with me before the wedding. I don't want to look sloppy." Her sister called out from inside her walk-in closet. Maddie rolled her eyes, sending a stream of smoke through the air.
Whatever, I'm always wrong.
With a sigh, she got off the bed and went into her room.
At least I get to see some of the girls today. And I'm missing school.
Safe behind the closed bedroom door, Madison turned on her stereo. Once Oasis' Wonderwall was emanating softly from the speakers, she then grabbed a huge box off the top of her dresser and plopped down on the floor. With her rig propped between her lips, she started rummaging through the stacks of pictures inside.
The first picture that appeared in the tabloids after my "recovery." It was especially nice of those assholes to give it the title, "Mad Madison back in action." Fruits.
My adorable cheeseball, up close and personal!
Elle, Alison and I at the MARC show a while ago. We look so orange!
Me and Bella at that same show. Hot, hehe.
Ohhhh my Lord! I almost forgot the time me and Robin went to Disneyworld. Too hilarious!
On the way to some party... Heh, Johnny didn't think I'd take the picture!
Oh Kevin, what an all-star!
Me and Henry. (Anina's fiancée.) He's going to be, like, my brother. Weird.
"Madison! It's time to go!"
Madison looked up from her pictures, having completely forgotten that she had to leave.
"Coming!"
Leaving an enormous stack of pictures on the ground, she quickly tossed her still-burning cigarette in the toilet and left her room.
Dress fitting, here I come.