Fame And Desire

2

Gianna

I waved Bibi goodbye as I walked down the streets of the poorest part of New York. My thoughts were jumbled.

My dressing was so off the hook.
I was struggling with the thought of walking like a lady.

I aced it perfectly...now I had to learn how to wipe the scowl off my face.

There was no cause for me to smile or laugh in this life....I was way too dejected.

I walked for about an hour before the huge building came into view. I didn't have money to take a cab.

Holding my letter in my hand,I straightened my top and my unruly red curly hair and entered.

The receptionist put me off at the start. She was beautiful. Very.

Her unwelcoming smile didn't do anything to me...I've been there before.

" Excuse me young lady this is Skyhigh Studios and not suckhigh studios"

" Thanks for the gentle reminder but I'm here for an interview"

" As a cleaner? Then you're hired as a main worker,honey you're fired"

" Thanks once again for taking the place of the boss but I guess since you're stuck here as a receptionist for the rest of your life your probably bored"

" Fine take the door on your left"

I flashed her triumphant smile and followed her orders.

The place was gigantic,I passed rows and rows of workers and I smiled sadly at each of them as they glared at me up and down.

A few snickered but I wasn't perturbed.

I entered the lobby of the second floor and was met with almost hundreds of beautiful and elegant ladies. None dressed in jeans and old sneakers like mine..

I walked gracefully to the smirking secretary..

She eyed me for a few minutes.

" Kindly do your job as a secretary and give me my number"

She scowled and handed me a number .

109

I groaned.

The usual sharp pain jolted across my stomach again and I stood there for a few minutes.

What was all that about.

I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday, which was just an apple.

I took my sit and a few of the ladies pushed further away from me. The pain in my tummy was still there but I ignored it.

Leaning on by the doorframe I drifted to thoughts.

Flashback

Five year old me didn't really process the conversation my parents used to have at midnight till one morning I woke up and they were gone.

We were too poor and I hardly had any food. My parents never really cared for me,I had to fend for myself.

That evening before they left me.

" Should we take her with us"

" No she's a kid I can't have her spoiling our moment" That was my mom.

" So who will take care of her?"

" Bibi is still around she will"

That is how I ended up with Bibi ,my mom's younger sister who lived a few door away alone.