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Fame Killed the Queen

Fame Killed the Queen

J. A. Fabroa

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What happens when you combine a young journalist, two fashionistas an old taxi driver who was once a WWE champion in a murder investigation? One, two, three click What does it take to be that chick The one girl who reigns with glee Oh, I send my sympathy Branded bags and high stilettos Painted face, do your toes They walk the school grounds Like they own the place Oh their life, do they know chaste? Make-up here, perm your hair The time has come, show your flare! Your little black dress, it fits you well But tell me dear, what cost it entail? In a world where physical appearance held so much importance. Will a young girl find enlightenment amidst the diamond dusted youth of her generation? How far will you go? How big a sacrifice must you make? How many pieces of you must you break, in order to rise above everyone else? Follow Adriana and her quest to shed light unto her idol's death by aid of an unconventional group of people while finding enlightenment about life in the process. *NOTHING IS ALWAYS WHAT IT SEEMS TO BE*

Chapter 1 Prologue

Shining shimmering. Lipstick smeared to perfection, her eyebrow marked in an intricate arch. Oh how we love you.............

San Juaquin, it is a thriving commercial city that is known to the country as the heart of Glamour. Almost all structures are built to perfection. The buildings are covered with intricate designs, painting the city's horizon with various shapes and jaw dropping magnificence. The streets are lined with shops from famous and expensive brands. It's residents are proud and influential. Pollution is a rare sight.

What is common though, are the numerous teens dressed to impress, because to the North of the city, stands San Juaquin high-school. A five storey building, occupying a quarter, of a 1600 acre lot, commonly known as Glamor High. It is a prestigious school built for the famous. Most of its students are children of high ranking officials, celebrities and Internet sensations.

Any student who wishes to attend the school, undergoes a number of tedious examinations, both physical and intellectual. They are painstakingly sorted by means of their looks, influence and intellect. Only those who appears promising to stay on top are chosen.

Just like any school San. Juaquin hosts a prom. And when that time of the year comes, every girl will extricate themselves from their normal routine and claw their way towards the most coveted tittle, The Prom Queen.

That tittle is held by none other than Katherina Cecillia Sylvestre. A name known through out Glamour High. She has kept the crown for two consecutive years and is known as an embodiment of perfection. She is the daughter of a famous celebrity and an Internet influencer herself, garnering millions of views for her ability to transform her face to that of another person by means of make-up.

Her clothes are always sponsored by famous designers. Her body would rival any superstar with its perfect and balanced measurements. At only seventeen KC has built a multitude of fans in and out of Glamour high. As a senior, this year would be her last at San Juaquin. Everyone believed she would take the Tittle again and be known as the only student to have bagged the crown for three consecutive years. Well, that is until.......

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