Patent Pending E-Book

heidi jacobsen

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Geisteswissenschaft
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Patent Pending – Graphene The two worlds of Melanie and Kennedy are far apart. One young woman is a fifteen year old in high school, nerdy and overweight. Kennedy is a hot young supermodel travelling from one hot party to another as she globe trots around the world. Melanie is shy, unsure of herself and utterly self conscious. Kennedy is a brashy, self indulgent, beauty who thinks the world owes her something. Both women have lots to learn about love. Kennedy gets seduced by a client, Melanie gets seduced by a geeky science major who has designs on her and her invention. Both women triumph when they discover their potential and unleash their creativity in Patent Pending.

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Heidi Jacobsen

Patent Pending

Graphene

This book is dedicated to fashionistas and geeks of all ages.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Patent Pending (Graphene)

Graphene - Patent Pending

Hi, I’m Melanie. I am fifteen. I’m the fat girl in class. I have no friends, unless you count Fluffy the hamster in his cage my friend. Right now we’re in English class, with my boring teacher Mr. White, or Whitey, as we like to call him. He’s annoying, always clearing his throat like there’s a big gob of something in it. It’s disgusting. It’s hard being overweight. No boys like me, no girls like me and even my own parents don’t like me.

(Well, they have to, they are stuck with me.)

Sometimes I wonder what the other “me” is doing. The other me is not like “me” at all, she’s gorgeous, she’s dangerous and every man wants her. She’s Kennedy Williams and I am me, Melanie Bennet. We may be worlds apart, yet I feel her in me.

My day is always the same. I wake up to Mr. Snuggles, my cat, who jumps up on me in bed. Then I go downstairs for breakfast. My Dad is there on his laptop and my Mom is getting ready for work. She barely notices me, gives me a kiss on the cheek and runs off to her boring nine to five routine job. My Dad drives me to school and then the fun really begins. I have to avoid eye contact with Ben Armstrong, the cutest boy in class. I have a big crush on him and I am sure he knows it. Then I have homeroom where we go over the homework we were supposed to do. I always do my homework. I would feel bad if I missed an assignment, you know, like I was shirking off. Call me a nerd. I guess because I am one. I am just a big, fat nerd.

I hate gym class. I hate to change into my gym uniform in front of everyone. Why did God make so many skinny girls? Couldn’t more of them be fat like me? Why do I have to get naked in front of a bunch of anorexic waifs? I have to hide in the corner to undress in front of them. Then there’s my retarded gym teacher Ms Adams, I think she’s a lesbian. Ms Adams will make us run the track for ten laps, do sixty pushups and play dodge ball. She loves sweat. I hate gym more than anything. I know I am out of shape. The only class I really like is English, because that’s when I have time to think and to dream. That’s when “she” comes out. Kennedy Williams…

Iceland. On Location. Photo shoot 6:am

“God dammit! It’s freezing out here! Where’s my thermos? Whose idea was it to put me in a bikini in the middle of a snowstorm in Iceland? Sports Illustrated? Fuck them!”

The photographer is freezing to death, skinny wimp. I can see his snot frozen at the tip of his nose, his cheeks are white and I am a shivering mess. The makeup girl touches up my blush. My eyes are tearing up, it’s so cold. This is insane. I am making a lot of money to do this, that’s the only part that appeals to me. Being jerked off to worldwide does not warrant this torture.

“You got it Kennedy…Beautiful…Just a little more to the left, yeah, that’s nice.” How’d you like a punch in the nose? That would be nice too.

The shoot wraps and I am back inside the trailer on my cell to my boyfriend in New York. My boyfriend Mark is a football player and he’s a big baby. It’s amazing he can throw a ball without whining.

“No, I will not be home for your birthday, we’ll have to celebrate when I get back.” I sighed. God, he was so annoying!

“I’m feeling neglected Kennedy. It’s always that damn career of yours that comes first. You’re always off in some damn country, doing this and that…When will I come first?”

“Bingo. You hit the jackpot. Let’s see. I’m twenty-one, one of the hottest models in the world, I’ve got Vogue, Vanity Fair and Marie Claire breathing down my back and you feel neglected. I think you just answered your own question. You will never come first with me. Does that answer your question Mark?”

“You are a bitch Kennedy. A real ice queen.” I could hear his tears.

“Fuck you.”

I lay back on my white mink coat and sipped my hot chocolate. Maybe it was better this way. It was foolish to lead him on any longer. My career was my life now and nothing would get in the way. Men were a revolving door and I was Macy’s.

I looked out the window of the RV. A tall man was getting out of a Hummer. It was Sven Vanderslopen, the client. He was coming to check out the goods, the meat. I was just that, fresh meat and these clients were hot for the kill.

“My pleasure to meet you in person Miss Kennedy”. He kissed my hand. His lips were cool and soft and he left a touch of saliva on my hand.

“The pleasure is mine Mr.Vanderslopen.”

“Please, call me Sven. I have admired your work a great deal. I would like that we get together this evening for some traditional Icelandic beverages.” His eyes were pleading with me in a desperate, sad way. I breathed my answer.

“Of course Sven.”

His eyes bore into my soul and onto my still scantily clad body. I’d seen the likes of piranhas like Vanderslopen before. He was no different, just wanted to show off his latest acquisition at the old rum shack, make the locals drool with desire. He was a rich man, he could afford to buy perfection, if only for a photo shoot and a drink afterwards. Married, no doubt with a pregnant wife at home and rug rats. Married men were the worst. Always wanting to “score” with the models to stoke their egos.

“Melanie? Did you hear the question?”

No, I had not heard the question. What was the question? I hadn’t the foggiest. I heard a snicker from behind me, it was Annette. She was the snarkiest girl in school, always ready to feast on the misfortunes of others.

“The question was, Melanie, did you read the first two chapters of “The Pearl” by John Steinbeck?”