Hannah Ibrahimovic – The New Girl My name is Hannah Ibrahimovic. Most people know me as a famous model, but that is only a small part of who I am. I appeared in Vogue and worked with Chanel, Dior, and Nike. My face has been in advertisements and magazines around the world. Everyone seemed to know my name, but very few people knew the real me. My mother is French, and my father was Bosnian. I have my father’s surname, Ibrahimovic. He died when I was born, so I never got the chance to know him. My mother wanted me to keep his last name so I would always have a connection to him. I was born in Bosnia and lived there until I was three before moving to France. I had a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes, and long light brown hair. I was tall for my age. My eyes were unusual because of central heterochromia. Depending on the light, they looked blue, green, grey, or yellow. My mother was Christian and my father was Muslim, but I no longer follow a religion. Even though we were rich, my childhood was far from perfect. My mother was a successful fashion designer who spent most of her time working. She never had time for me. Instead, I was raised by babysitters and employees. This was probably the tenth time I had moved because of her work. Every time I made friends, we packed our bags and left again. My mother was also very strict. She never let me go out with friends or enjoy a normal childhood. While other girls spent their afternoons laughing together, I attended photoshoots, interviews, and fashion events. Sometimes I wished I could trade all the fame for one normal day. Now we had moved to Paris. I stood outside my new classroom and took a deep breath before opening the door. The room became silent. Ms. Bustier smiled. “Good morning, class. We have a new student today. This is—” Before she could finish, Rose jumped up. “Hannah Ibrah… Ibrahmoi?” A few students laughed. I smiled politely. “Ibrahimovic.” Rose blushed. “Sorry!” “It’s okay.” Ms. Bustier nodded. “Class, this is Hannah Ibrahimovic. Please make her feel welcome.” Whispers spread across the room. “Wait, the model?” “No way!” Alya stared at me in shock. “You’re THE Hannah Ibrahimovic?” “Yeah,” I replied. Marinette smiled kindly. “Hi, I’m Marinette.” “Nice to meet you.” As I walked to my seat, I noticed a blond boy smiling at me. “I’m Adrien.” “Hannah.” For once, someone seemed interested in me instead of my fame. As class continued, I looked out the window and wondered if Paris would finally be the place where I could stop being Hannah Ibrahimovic the model and simply become Hannah. Little did I know, my life was about to change forever. 🐞✨
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- Hannah Ibrahimovic – The New Girl
My name is Hannah Ibrahimovic. Most people know me as a famous model, but that is only a small part of who I am. I appeared in Vogue and worked with Chanel, Dior, and Nike. My face has been in advertisements and magazines around the world. Everyone seemed to know my name, but very few people knew the real me.
My mother is French, and my father was Bosnian. I have my father’s surname, Ibrahimovic. He died when I was born, so I never got the chance to know him. My mother wanted me to keep his last name so I would always have a connection to him. I was born in Bosnia and lived there until I was three before moving to France.
I had a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes, and long light brown hair. I was tall for my age. My eyes were unusual because of central heterochromia. Depending on the light, they looked blue, green, grey, or yellow. My mother was Christian and my father was Muslim, but I no longer follow a religion.
Even though we were rich, my childhood was far from perfect. My mother was a successful fashion designer who spent most of her time working. She never had time for me. Instead, I was raised by babysitters and employees. This was probably the tenth time I had moved because of her work. Every time I made friends, we packed our bags and left again.
My mother was also very strict. She never let me go out with friends or enjoy a normal childhood. While other girls spent their afternoons laughing together, I attended photoshoots, interviews, and fashion events. Sometimes I wished I could trade all the fame for one normal day.
Now we had moved to Paris.
I stood outside my new classroom and took a deep breath before opening the door.
The room became silent.
Ms. Bustier smiled. “Good morning, class. We have a new student today. This is—”
Before she could finish, Rose jumped up.
“Hannah Ibrah… Ibrahmoi?”
A few students laughed.
I smiled politely. “Ibrahimovic.”
Rose blushed. “Sorry!”
“It’s okay.”
Ms. Bustier nodded. “Class, this is Hannah Ibrahimovic. Please make her feel welcome.”
Whispers spread across the room.
“Wait, the model?”
“No way!”
Alya stared at me in shock. “You’re THE Hannah Ibrahimovic?”
“Yeah,” I replied.
Marinette smiled kindly. “Hi, I’m Marinette.”
“Nice to meet you.”
As I walked to my seat, I noticed a blond boy smiling at me.
“I’m Adrien.”
“Hannah.”
For once, someone seemed interested in me instead of my fame. As class continued, I looked out the window and wondered if Paris would finally be the place where I could stop being Hannah Ibrahimovic the model and simply become Hannah. Little did I know, my life was about to change forever. 🐞✨*
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Release Date 2026.06.22 / Last Updated 2026.06.22