Allyson Stevie: Knows how to rock that new pair of studded motorcycle boots than the riders themselves and isn't afraid to let people know that she can. Maybe her attitude has something to do with her dad being a former rock and roller or it could be coming from a much more delicate side of Allyson Stevie no one has ever seen. Perhaps her father's marriage to his sixth wife is making Ally's blood pulse a little too fast. I would side with the latter seeing as how she's been caught acting out lately. From club hopping every night to smoking who knows what in the middle of Piccadilly Circus, Allyson is not sorting out her priorities. She better shape up fast, because I sense the paps snapping shots of little Miss Stevie snapping in the near future. 
Age: 18
Calling: Rebel
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Model: Emma Roberts

My new, studded ankle boots were lightly clicking against the polished floor of Nobu. People were staring as I walked past, but that was nothing new. I tend to look out-of-place in high-society areas of London. I could better fit in with club hoppers on the grunge side of town. But that wasn't where I belonged; high society was, in some ways, better fitting.
My father, a former rock legend, was recently married for the sixth time, putting extreme stress on me. It seems every time he meets an attractive woman, he has to marry her. It's always been his flaw. When people meet him and begin to get to know him, they soon realize he has no morals. The thing is, he does have morals, you just have to dig really deep to find them. I'm one of the few he's revealed them to. I've only caught rare glimpses, but, underneath all the hype surrounding him, he's an amazing person.
This was all that had been on my mind lately, even while I was walking through the restaurant to meet him. 
"Allyson, darling, how are you?" asked my father. He looked, and sounded, exhausted, as if he hadn't slept in days.
"I'm wonderful, Father, just fantastic! How are you? That's what matters," I replied.
He sighed. "I've been better, I've been worse. I'm just a smidge on the stressed side."
"When was the last time you slept? No offense, but you don't look so great."
"I'm fine, really. You're the one I'm concerned about. I've heard some rumors through the grapevine about-"
"Rumor are rumors, not truth," I cut him, my voice harder than before. "Don't believe everything you hear 'through the grapevine.' Especially when it's about me. There are people out to get me, and they will start some nasty rumors." By this time, my attitude had taken over. I usually don't get snappy with my father, but I couldn't help it. 
Rumors had been started by someone who "saw" me smoking in a back alley. Everyone was talking, but no one could actually prove anything. Maybe it was true, maybe not, but my father did not need to go around thinking his daughter was a druggie.
"Okay, I didn't think they were true, but I just wanted to make sure," he quickly replied.
"Good, I'm glad we cleared that up. Now, let's order some lunch."
So, not the best I've written, but I still think it was pretty good. Comment below and tell me what you think! If you read the whole story, be sure to comment with "elite!" And I want to know what you guys think about the story!!!!!!!
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