The Breaking of Maisie Williams

Hey there! Here’s the first little part of this story about celebrity Maisie Williams I’ve been writing. Let me know what you think and feel free to message me if you’re interested in reading more!
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Maisie Williams should have been having the time of her life. Not only had she just turned 18 years old a few months earlier, but she was currently in the afterparty ballroom of one of the most prestigious award shows in the business. She had been to numerous award shows over the past handful of years (including this exact one a few times,) but they still remained very exciting and precious for her. After all, for little teen starlets like Maisie, who couldn’t attend a normal school due to her demanding shooting schedule, these awards shows were the closest she ever got to attending prom. A chance to hang out with friends. A chance to dress up in pretty little dresses. A chance to meet a knight in shining armor who would treat her like a princess.

“B..but what if I meet a guy and he *does* kiss me… how will I know like, what to do…” Maisie had moped to her “bff” Sophie Turner just a few years before, right before the earlier iteration of the same event. Sophie had laughed at the time, before attempting to stifle it upon realizing it hadn’t been a joke. “Oh. Oh! You’ve never made out with *anyone* then?” she had said. Maisie didn’t think she could ever feel more embarrassed. At least Sophie had felt bad enough for her that she had helped Maisie learn a thing or two.

And now, even though it was years later, and Maisie had had plenty of first kisses (and then some,) she still clung on to the little girl fantasies she had built up around these award show events. They were maybe even stronger now, with Maisie thinking that since she was newly 18 she could finally be seen as the mature adult she thought she was and get to hang out with the adult crowd. The “cool kids.” So why, with everything she ever wanted within her grasp, was Maisie so miserable?

The truth was, Maisie was a nervous little manic wreck *most* of the times these days. Constantly in a state of uncertainty over how she was supposed to feel about herself and her fame. Constantly worried about how well her “brand” was doing on social media (especially compared to someone like Sophie’s.) Constantly being effectively manipulated and negged by her agent and manager, complimenting her in one moment only to savagely tear her down the next— all in the name of her “best interests.” Award shows these days only multiplied and exasperated these insecurities, as she was often the least famous, least noticed “celebrity” there. A younger pre-groomed Maisie would have just been happy and proud to be there. *This* Maisie just beat herself up for her deeply-internalized shortcomings.

Even the “prom” fantasies slowly feel apart, as she wasn’t even “allowed” to wear the beautiful Disney Princess-style dress she had always wanted. In fact, although she wasn’t going to be there tonight due to a enviable magazine cover shoot, it was Sophie who had picked out Maisie’s outfit for the event. “Dresses are *out* these days,” Sophie had told her while shopping with Maisie, “Nobody wants the posh little virginal princess anymore, they want knowing… confident. They want teasing. They want sexy.” The last thing Maisie *ever* felt these days was “confident and sexy”, but she wasn’t about to argue. Sophie always knew more about these kinds of things, and though Maisie resented her for it, she still couldn’t deny Sophie had her finger on the fashion pulse. And as Maisie had already been groomed to believe— the more of you that you showed the more people liked you.

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