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get more sleep. But it wasn't long before the alarm by her bedside rang. Raising a sleeping hand up, she slammed the alarm off before nuzzling to

She had best get started. She stood up from her bed and proceeded to the bathroom, the only bathroom in the apartment she shared with her best friend Mabel. She was going to be out any moment and she needed to be ready. She entered the bathroom and applied toothpaste to her brush and began brushing her teeth. Once she was done, she cl

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ar today so I just got into a T shirt and a faded jeans. Applying some lip gloss and powder on my face to hide my dark circles, I looked ready.

ly last night " I smiled at her remark. I'm guessing she meant she didn't have her beauty sleep. " well it's obvious to the person who di

half of the time to finish my pen

got punished for stealing something in the market." walking closer to me, she held my hand. "if you need anything, I'll be her

as if you're not

ll kill me if I come one minute late" I

east have breakfa

survive " Mabel pouted. you need to eat somethi

was a sad one. She was right, I didn't have any money except for a few pennies here and there. Most of the money I made last week was used to pay my dad's debt. Note that I sai

she said, but she isn't Amelia Kurt. She had enough to take care of herself but not an

room. When she came out, she was with an envelope. I

not refusing this. Keep it till when you think it's necessary. It's a gift." She said. I gave her

from the hug,

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am Truffaut arrests you" she said and slapped me play

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far, but it was a 10 minute ride if I took the bus. The bus arrived when I got there and I got in and took

want to be is a fashion designer. It's a dream I have held on for so long and each passing day I pray it doesn't slip away from me. In a few moments I arrived at the street where madam Truffaut store was located. She owned a boutique and she sells clothing materials in bulk for people who are intereste

rs Truffaut " I

You're late" she yelled. I cringed. "im s

material, they were pretty. I looked at Mrs Truffaut. She looked at me and scoffed. " you will be making gowns from the material you see here.

y voice a bit low. She glared at me for a while before replying "

me " she taunted before finally leaving the room. I felt something sting my eyes but I didn't want to cry, in my state there wasn't even time to cry. Mrs Truffaut enjoying bullying me because of my condition. She se

t my design book. I opened to one of my evening dresses collection and picked one design I would use. I then

tomach groaned loudly reminding me that have not eaten. Feeling a little dizzy. I walked up to Mrs T

esses " I announced. She gave me a side lon

was a 50 dollar bill. It was really little, but it would serve me breakfast –lunch–dinner all together. I greeted her goodnight and got out of the store. Walking down the store to a fast food restaurant, I orde

with a sense of happiness and I couldn't wait to get home to some designs. My life

to get noticed. But it seemed this night had other plans for me as a group of boys began following me. I began walking real

ble miss, we just want yo

me and now I have to give it to them? I

gan walking but they stopped me. "your money or we won't make

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