!Madeline Cal! – A short story

Hello everyone! Here is another story that I wrote for you! Here we go:

Madeline Cal

My life sucks! I have no friends, no money, no life! Everything about me sucks!  I can’t do ANYTHING right!

Madeline Cal is Amazing, she has Everything! She does Everything! I love her!She sings, dances, paints, explores, invents, donates, travels, shoppes, party’s….everything you can think of!

My name is Ilean, I know it sounds like a crocodile bit of my foot and I’m leaning for life! But no, It’s my name and my surname is Lean-the-other-way! Joking! My name is Clarie Kinley, Terrible I know! I am ugly, unpopular, unsatisfied with life.

My life is full of negativity and jealousy. I wish I was different! Something like Madeline Cal! Today is Friday, at least I get the weekend so I can stay in my PJ’s all day.


I go shower and wash my hair, I stare at my face in the mirror and wish I looked different. I stay up to about one O’clock in the morning reading my popularity book that isn’t working.I look around my room It’s big but not glamorous I bet Madelin’s room is big and glamorous. Once I finally get to sleep I dream of being better, something not me!


I wake up to find myself feeling more comfortable that usual….and my room is pink….and big and glamorous…..my bed is littered with beautiful plush pillows that are the softest ones you have ever seen, no wonder I’m so comfortable! The matress is cusioned and warm, there is a chandeleer in the exact centre of the ceiling, the dresser (looks to be about $4000) has neat drawers filled with the most expensive make up you have ever seen, there is a hidden sound machine playing set to a calming brook sound, There are three calenders that have fancy lables above each one; Meetings; Calls; Friends.

Wow, something changed over night…..and I like it. I have an expensive looking full-length mirror on the right wall in my plush bathroom and I look into it……OMG! My wish really has come true! I look beautiful!………I LOOK LIKE MADELINE CAL!!!! What the hell do I do? I panic, like you would when you have swapped lives with a celebraty! after I calm myself down (ages) I decide that I don’t know how long it will last so I’ll have some fun with it! I check my three calenders and see that I’m going out today to walk around randomly and take selfies with random people….Yay? I can’t even see a wardrobe in this room…..wait…. I walk over and open the door…..O……M……..G!!!!! In the room I find the biggest amount of clothes you’ve ever seen and A mirror that cover the whole wall! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I try on JIMMY CHOOS and something that’s amazing but I can’t name it…. how can this girl choose clothes every day? This might take a while…..finally, I decide on a coat, JIMMY CHOOS, tights, Nova Check skirt, Black crop top, bar necklace and a Celine just to be fancy. Once my outfit is picked-out I go to the bathroom……wow! This is awesome! she has like, one, two, three….a million different products! Soaps, washes, exfoliators, things I haven’t heard of…I try on each one and in the end I smell like a cupcake…is that bad?

I have a ton of different hair tools and thingy-mac-bobs most of them I have no-idea how to use so I go with a curling iron and do my best….turns out my best isn’t all that good…

Make up, OK I have seriously NO blemishes, I have perfect skin but yet about a billion dollars worth of make up. I won’t cake my face, It feels and looks disgusting, because I’m a celebrity I shall send a message out to my trillions of fans out there that you don’t need make up to be beautiful…but just because I’m not going to cake my face with goo and dust doesn’t mean I can’t use some expensive eyeshadow and mascara…OK scrap that idea of mascara I’m not really sure how to use this thinga-majig…

I’m finally ready to step out into the world….I open the door to find a corridor a maze of doors but what looks like a maid comes to my rescue, “Good morning” I’m part startled by the voice, I haven’t heard a voice since I became a celebrity….apart from my own gasps of course. “Morning” I reply, OMG! I don’t just look like her I sound exactly like her! “I have made your breakfast madam” I follow her through a fancy looking door…what am I saying? They are all fancy!

No wonder celebrities are always happy, they get treated like queens! The breakfast table (spotless BTW) is littered with fruit that yesterday to me didn’t exist, yogurt and a red berry smoothie! Wow.


After breakfast Cara (she has a fancy name tag) says “I’ll go get you your water and cloth for your morning workout” Really? I get to be a celebrity for that day and I have to exercise?! Plus I have no idea where the hell the room is!

OK. Time to…….wow. She has like a whole gyms worth of equipment in here. My first choice is the tread-mill, I get on and put in on the option, which is hard for me….wait but not her. The lowest option is so easy it feels as though I’m floating on a cloud….I put it up like ten times higher.

After a while and I’m sweating I realize why am I doing this? I should be out partying…

I get into my clothes and find myself flabbergasted at how man pufumes she has…After what seems like years I go with Amouage. OMG! It smells amazing! Time to go! I’m so nervous. Where is the exit? After a fluster of hallways and doors I find the front door.Geez, that’s a nice front door…

I go to the mall with a credit card that looks to be unlimited. I have just gotten outside the car and a group of uncontrolably giggly girls have surrounded me! Wait I know this group of girls…..This is Amelia and her army of shanks….like mean girls…

They are squealing and laughing, wow being a celebrity must be intense. I don’t want to be nice to these girls because the were never nice to me (the real me). But I guess I d am not me I’m Madeline Cal so I have to put on a fake smile and pretend that I have no idea who the hell they are. I take selfies and sign autographs (god I’m glad that I’ve completely stalked her and mesmerised her signature). “Bye” I call sweetly “And thank you!” I hesitate “Do you know a girl named Clarie Kinley?” Oh no, I had to open my big mouth didn’t I! Amelia gives me a strange look that only lasts a second It usually lasts more than a second for me! “yeah…” she says with obvious confusion. “Could you please tell her I said hi?” I say “I met her the other day and she’s really nice, we’re good friends”.”OK! Sure!” she says. “you know she mentioned you…she said you were really nice” she gives me a shocked look, “I thought she hated me…”  she does girlfriend! Wait…but I thought she hated me first…OK mental note: Be nice to mean girl…

As I enter the mall I am surrounded by more and more people, At least it isn’t some important interview or meeting…I could totally ruin things for her… More and more people surround me. On second thoughts, I’d prefer to be at some important interview or meeting. I take blurry selfies with people I don’t know and give autographs to people who look happier than me when I saw Maddie’s bathroom. It’s all getting a bit too much…..Paparazzi surround me, almost push me over “Madeline give us a smile!” “What’s your look Maddy?” “Madeline! Madeline! Madeline!” “You’re my idol Madeline!” “Mrs.Cal? Could you please take a photo with my daughter? she loves you!” “What did you have for breakfast Madeline?” “What products do you advise Maddy?”

I wish I was me again!  and suddenly I am back in my room but at a 
different time
 of the day, it's a night....I spent the day 
being Madeline Cal....I can't believe it!

I go into the bathroom I don’t think it’s so bad anymore…I look at my face in the mirror, it’s not perfect like Madeline Cals but then again she probably spent millions on having a perfect smile, a perfect wardrobe, a perfect life…..and now that I think about it her life probably isn’t too perfect I mean I know the internet says practically all you need to know about her…..The internet can’t ever show someones true personality or emotions…

It was then that I realized that I’m the best at being me and I should not try to wish myself into someone else’s life, to start realizing that everyone has problems…..I got a head-on experience in her paparazzi and intense fans. She might not be happy, she might need someone not asking for her autograph or criticising her outfit. I am happy just being me, I have my flaws and I’m not perfect but who is? And if no-ones perfect then that means everyone is. If I could change one thing about me than I wouldn’t, my bad moments have taught me lessons that will stick with me like glue forever, I will never again regret my mistakes they have taught me to be me…I look at myself in the mirror and name ten wonderful things about then I go write them down and make it all pretty then stick them to the wall in my bedroom so I can see them every time I have self doubts. I write ten different things each day till my whole bedroom wall is covered in pretty paper with complements about me. It makes me feel wonderful and and now everyday I hold my head high and a smile on my face and I find success and happiness easily.

This has taught me a valuable lesson; I am perfect and so are you!

Like it? The hardest part was the ending…..had to be very dramatic and inspirational (which I love BTW)

I’ve always believed that we are all absolutely PERFECT! My thinking; It makes no sense that none of the seven billion people on this planet are not perfect as people like to say “nobody’s perfect” but why is nobody perfect? Why can’t we all be perfect the way we are instead? That is the best way to explain it…Anyway, the hopefully obvious point or moral of the story is; just because someone looks like they have no troubles in the world doesn’t mean they actually have no troubles and love you, look after you, compliment you. You are the best at being you…..no-one can do it better!

On that note I shall leave you to scroll. Keep smiling, keep scrolling.

Author: georgiarmg

Positive Mind blogger, writing makes me feel free and independent. I can't imagine life without my blog. I created the site as a space for people to be free. You can go here and you don't have to worry about anyone watching you, you can be real. This is my planet, my world my life, everyone has there own planet and I welcome you to mine.

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