I gripped my suitcase in fear as I stared up at the foreboding building in front of me. My knuckles were white and my mouth had dropped open in shock. My dream was coming true. After years scribbling in my sketchbook with a coffee I was finally going to Rothwell Fashion School. I turned back to my dad.
"I guess this is it. Rothwell."
He grinned. "They'll love you here. You'll love it here. You have people who'll listen and actually understand your breakfast-time outbursts about upcoming trends." He laughed light heartedly and ruffled my frizzy hair.
"I'll miss you and Cookie. Take care of her okay?" Cookie was my cat and she had been almost all my life.
Dad saluted me, gave me a brief hug then climbed back in to the car. With one last smile, he drove off in to the distance and I waved at him until I couldn't see his car anymore.
I'd been addicted to fashion since the age of twelve, forever cutting clothes and prices and trend pages out of magazines and organising them in a scrapbook, then recreating them. I didn't know what it was about fashion, but I was hooked. Day after day I spent researching designers and patterns and styles until I eventually got in to putting my knowledge together - designing. Howeverm although I gave it a try, I couldn't get in to the creating side of things. As soon as I picked up that needle and thread they declared war on me.
Right, Marina. I thought to myself. This is your big chance. Don't screw it up this time. And with that, I ventured off in to the unknown.
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Coffee and a Sketchbook
Fiksi RemajaAll Marina's ever known is the desk in her bedroom, a sketchbook and a cup of coffee. Now she's being thrown in to the fashion sea when she wins a scholarship at Rothwell Fashion School, where she's among the best young designers, journalists and gu...
