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When Skye's bags were thrown on the floor, she didn't expect that kind of service well, at the price of this school; she thought they would be in her room right now. Davey (taxi driver) tipped his hat and drove off.

'Ugh, this is off to a great start' she muttered to herself, hauling the 50 pound Dolcé & Gabbana bags to the main desk. 'Name' droned the lady as she was getting out a form. Her I've-done-this-about-three-million-times face seemed like she would do something more worthwhile. 'Skye Copenhall' as Skye shook at her name, this was her only chance to come out of the shadows of her sister's fame and become a Star.

Aurelia Copenhall was a famous dancer and; coming from a high society family, she would use her money to get her to places not even Madonna could go. Material girl? Or Model girl? Nothing could get in Aurelia's way even Skye was used as her personal slave. 'You can choose your friends, but not your family' her mother used to say. So going to St Elspeth's school of modelling and performing arts was her only choice to go.
Revenge is best served with a side order of Fame.