1st month 31st day of the year 2012
Demona laid on her bed, she was exhausted. She had just spent the last 3 hours doing a photo shoot. Wearing 6" platform high heeled sandals, and a vintage dress. (i have no clue who the designer is) All Demona could think about was loosing America's Next top monster. She didn't want to win, like at all. Ever since they first day on that show she had wanted to get kicked off. She hated everyone on that show, the models, judges even the camera crew. She couldn't wait to get out and then she could be with all of her friends. They knew her, those models rejected her. They didn't want to talk to her, or even stand next to her. Demona was afraid of being alone, afraid of being rejected. That didnt stop them from doing it
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