Chapter 4
I was in my motel room looking at a newspaper to find a job. I need money to survive, plus I also need to go to school to pursue my dream as a fashion designer. But that would be impossible since it's a lot of money and I have to pay all the academics I signed, school supplies and all that stuff. Eh, I'll just be a high school drop-out. Maybe running away was a stupid idea to do.
I'm not street smart. I just got drunk in a bar last night and I slept in bed in a guy's house that I don't even know of. I also need to get out of this motel and find me a decent apartment. I can't stay here long. That is why I need a job. So as I focused on page 4 where there are a lot of ads filled with jobs available for anyone who needs it. Sadly, there aren't any of them that paid well. So I crumbled the newspaper and threw it in the trash can. All this money and jobs are giving me some migraines. I bet it was all that alcohol I've been drinking.
I went in to the shower to help erase my migraines by showering with hot water. As water slowly escapes past down my entire body I closed my eyes and let the water do its works. After a few soap scrubbing and couple of rinsing my hair with shampoo, I got out of the shower. I dried myself and grabbed a few casual clothes before I left my motel room. As I left I locked my door to the motel room and left, walking down the streets finding a decent job where I can make good money instead of spending my time working in a fast-food restaurant.
-2 Hours later-
I was sitting on a bench in a park and lately haven't found one decent job. Man, life is tough. I don't think 300 dollars will cover much all of it. I need money. With so much struggle going on I didn't give up. I stand myself up off the bench and walked down the sidewalk. Time has passed and still there isn't any except one. The only one that pays well and the only one that isn't a fast-food restaurant can turn my life around.
It's a tall building that has a very big font on the front that stands out called 'BB.' Which stands for Brooklyn Beauty and that is what I have wanted all along. I love fashion and being a fashion design is my life and my reason to succeed in pursuing my career. I just hope they don't only hire 18 year olds. I'm 15! I can't wait 3 years to work in that one specific job. My nerves are starting to get to me. I can feel myself getting hot and it 62 degrees outside! But I somehow managed to summon up the courage to walk inside the building.
I walked inside the building as it reveals a narrow floor, in front there was an elevator, and before I go I need to talk to someone who owns this building. So I talked to the secretary to my right. She was busy typing something important when she stopped as she looked at me with those serious eyes. I think she has a bad attitude. Before I could answer, she replied to ease off the tensions between us.
"Yes. May I help you?"
"Um, hi I'm Jenny and I would like to apply for a job here."
The women raised her eyebrow at me. She defiantly got bad attitude.
"Well, it wasn't up to me to decide that, only the boss, who owns this, will help you decide that for you. Are you 18?"
"No, but I really like and- and"
"I'm sorry; we only hire 18 year olds to work in this company. I'm sorry you are just too young to work here."
She smiled at me, but it was mostly a smirk.
"But I am really good at designing fashion. Here I can prove it to you!"
I took out my sketchbook that was in my bag and handed it to her. She skims through it and she finds them quite impressed with my work 'because I saw the look on her face, like she was surprised that a minor can do all that. She closed the book and handed it to me.
"Well, you have talent and I'll give you credit for that. Let me call my boss and we'll see whether she accepts you or not."
"Good. Great. Excellent!"
I am so enthusiastic it is so hard to believe that this was happening to me. My dream is turning into reality. While the woman is talking on the phone she set it down.
"The boss is waiting for you. She in the top floor room 2030. Good luck."
I replied 'Thank you' to her and left as I went in the elevator.
-Room 2030-
The woman before me was Marla Swenson. She has long wavy blonde hair. She looks like she is in her 40's or 50's because her fingers are a bit wrinkly and thin. Though her face made her look ten years younger since it is smooth and nice. Her eyes are so beautiful; they are bluer than the ocean and clearer. Her eyes looked like you looked into a child's eyes but no it is a woman you are looking and it is truly beautiful. I can see myself get distracted and lost focus. As Marla skims through every pages in my sketchbook, astounded by my work she closed it and looks at me in the eye.
"You have talent. Amazing talents for a minor like you. Never ever in my years of fashion have I seen an outstanding design in my life. You are just the person that I need for my company, though your still a minor, I need permissions from your parents."
"Wait, what? Um my parents aren't here?"
"Well honey you don't have to do it today, just ask them tonight and have them come here tomorrow."
"No, I meant to say was that they are not here in Brooklyn. I ran away from home and I am not returning. I'm sorry."
"Well, I'm sorry too."
She handed back my sketchbook with look of disappointment that her chance of having someone working with that understands fashion is now slipping through her fingers. I am more upset with myself. This is my chance to prove myself that I can make a difference. That I can succeed in life and enjoy what I am doing as a fashion designer, but my dreams are slipping away as I headed towards her door and left crying.
Authors Note and special thanks:
Well I am finally finished, though nothing has happened yet, but it will happen soon the next chapter that I will soon update. This time it is longer and I hope you guys enjoy reading this story. Also I would like to give thanks to all my viewers, you guys are awesome and still with me throughout this story.
Special thanks to:
Carlalinda: For encouraging me to write this story. If it wasn't for her this chapter wouldn't have existed. Thank you so much!
Xxrach97: She encourages me also and makes me feel good about my story and boosting my confidence. Thank you!
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