MEGAN-
"Tap tap tap."
My pencil and my brain struggle to connect and write.
I close my eyes and breathe. I open them and glance at the clock.
Just one minute. One minute and I'll be off to France, away from Alcott High, away from Concord.
Gigi actually managed to convince my mom to let the two of us go together.
She said there would be lots of shopping in our time there. I can hardly wait!
What really sucks is that I have a math test, right now, that I'll have to worry about the entire time in France.
I really need to get at least a B on this test! Mom wouldn't let me stay in France, if my grades were still at their C average.
Somehow, my eyes peek over to the clock without me knowing and I realize there is only thirty seconds left of Concord. I try to make the best of these thirty seconds.
Suddenly the bell rings and I jump out of my seat. Then I realize something. I'm not going home. I'm going to Paris!
The next part was a rush.
I remember Gigi and I were speeding to the airport, and once we got on the plane, Gigi and I fell asleep on the plane and now we're in some sort of office. Wait! In huge letters I'm probably hallucinating because I see VOGUE. Am I in the voguefrancais office? No. It's not possible. I know it's a dream. Two minutes I'm going to wake up in my bed in concord with my mom calling over to me on the intercom to get ready for school.
"Megan?" Gigi looks at me as if I came back from the dead.
"What happened?" I ask her.
"You fell asleep on the plane and you were really out. So I took you to the hotel and you had a little nap. Then after that you were still tired, so I took you to the voguefrancais building and waited for you to wake up."
"Wait, how did I go to all of those places and not wake up?"
"You were half asleep, and you probably thought it was a dream."
"Oh."
After our little chat, a lady in a skirt that came down to her knees and a ruffled white blouse walked- sorry-strode down toward me. I made a note to sketch her. She stuck out her hand to me.
I took it and she introduced herself.
"Hello, I'm Claire, we talked two weeks ago. I will be doing your interview. If you are ready, we may start the interview."
"Y-yeah! I'm ready!" I sputtered.
She led me down a long and narrow hall until we reached her office. It was amazing. It had a huge window with a view of Paris and all of her furniture was white. A perfect, plain, white. There was a couch but nobody sat on it.
"You may sit."
She ordered.
Quickly, I took a seat in the uncomfortable chair.
"So Megan, I see you have brought some of your designs. I would like to see them."
I shoved it into her hand, my body still shaking.
She flipped through the book not changing her blank facial expression the entire time.
"Megan. I am very impressed, I will give you the job, just answer one question."
Her voice was a monotone and it was clear that she wasn't joking around here.
"Yes? What is it?"
"If you work here full-time, would you be willing to lend me some of your designs for a while?"
She has a look of pure hunger on her face and I scooch back a bit in my chair.
"Of course. Anything to work here!"
Claire smiled a poison smile.
"Good. You may start your job tomorrow, don't be late."
I nodded my head and left the room my legs stiff and arms frozen.
I think I just got a job.
