Chapter One
Three Years Ago
"Nothing is impossible, the world itself says "I'm possible"!" I repeatedly said as I paced around my small room. I quickly wrote down a couple words that came to mind and continued to pace around.
"Farrah! I need you to pick up some eggs and milk from the grocery store so we can have dinner tonight!" my mom yelled. I groaned and stopped pacing.
"Mom, I have things to do!" I yelled back.
"I don't care, Farrah, now!" I groaned again and closed my small notebook before pulling on my hand-me-down shoes. Throwing on a jacket, I walked out of my room and grabbed the cash off the dinner table.
"Alright, I'll be back soon." I said loudly as I walked out of my small apartment. The Autumn air nipped at my hands as I walked down the busy streets of Brooklyn, New York. As I walked, I looked into the windows of the stores. I quickly stopped in front of one that had particularly caught my eye. "'Joanne's Boutique'" I read aloud.
"Kid, get out of the way!" a local New Yorker spat at me. I rolled my eyes and continued on my way to the grocery store. As I made my way back, Joanne's Boutique caught my eye again. I memorized the name and location and walked back home.
"Farrah, where have you been? I need to start dinner. Marc and Henry just got back from soccer and they're starving!" I shuddered at my mom's sudden outburst and muttered an apology.
Two Years Later
"Farrah, you need to see this show! It's called Project Runway!" my best friend, Sadie, squealed. I sat down from across the tv and began to enjoy the show. "That's Leo. He's my favorite." Sadie whispered. She smiled and looked at me. "We should have an outfit drawing contest!"
"Sadie, you know that you're going to win." I whined. She rolled her eyes.
"We shall see. Plus you're better at drawing." Sadie got up and went to go grab markers and paper. "Ready, set, go!" We quickly drew the outfits and showed each other.
"I really like yours!" I said.
"Yeah, don't lie. Yours is amazing! I bet when you get older, you'll become a famous fashion designer and you can make me all my clothes and you'll get to go on a red carpet and be rich!" I rolled my eyes and started getting ready for bed.
"Yeah right." I laid out blankets and pillows as Sadie jumped on top of them.
"Yeah, I am right. Farrah, you're amazing! If I were you I would so totally become a famous fashion designer. What if you were like the new Ralph Lauren? Oh my gosh, I could go around and tell people that my best friend is Farrah O'Connell, the fashion designer!"
"Sades, don't get ahead of yourself, now. I have to continue to act. It helps pay the bills and that's all that I need to worry about." Sadie huffed in annoyance and laid down on the homemade bed.
"Whatever, goodnight, Farrah."
Present Day
"Farrah O'Connell, what's the answer to question number 5?" Mr. Brown asked but I wasn't paying any attention to him. "Farrah!" the short pudgy man said. He stomped over towards me.
"Huh?" Everyone in the class laughed and my cheeks turned pink.
"You need to stop doodling and actually pay attention in my class!" Mr. Brown said with outrage.
"Why do we need to learn history anway? It's not like the colleges I apply to are going to care that I took high school history or whatever." I shrugged and started to put my earbuds back in.
"Office, now!" he yelled as his face turned bright red. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my stuff.
"Peace out Mr. B!" He huffed in frustration and I headed down towards the office. "Shit! My notebook!" I said, freaking out. Quickly, I ran back to my class but Mr. Brown wouldn't let me back in. "Come on, Mr. Brown! I promise I'll try to be good and I'll even do some of that extra credit crap! I need that notebook! It's very important." I begged while banging on the door continuously.
"I said office and I meant it." he said calmly as he closed the blinds on his window.
"Screw you too, Mr. Brown!" I yelled.
"Ms. O'Connell? What exactly are you doing?" Mrs. Randolph asked. I stuttered but couldn't think of anything to say. "Detention after school and if you bail, then you'll serve detention for the next week." she said before walking back into her own classroom. I rolled my eyes and went to the court yard.
Later on at lunch, Brian Michaels, the famous quarterback of East Brooklyn High School, came sauntering up to my lunch table.
"Hey, Farrah right? Yeah well I think you left this in Mr. B's class. Ya know, he's a major douche for kicking you out of class like that. That come back was pretty epic." He smiled at me and handed me the notebook. "By the way, you're pretty good at that whole drawing thing. Have you considered fashion designing for a career?"
"You looked through my shit? What is your problem?" Brian put his hands up in retreat and continued to stand in front of me.
"Hey, I got bored in Mr. Brown's class. Like you said, 'Why do we need to learn history anyway?' Plus it was just sitting there and I wanted to see what you were drawing."
"Yeah, well you didn't have to snoop! Football players think they're all that." I said under her breath.
"I heard that. But if you ever want me to model for your clothes, I'm available. Call me sometime." he said, placing his number on my lunch table. I rolled my eyes and stuffed the piece of paper in my bag as Sadie ran over to our lunch table.
"Why was Brian Michaels talking to you?" she asked while slamming her books down.
"Damn, Sadie. Don't be too harsh on the poor girl. She got detention today after Mr. Brown sent her to pay a visit to Mr. Montgomery." Jonas said as he walked up from behind us. Taylor giggled and walked over to our table with her boyfriend, Preston, wrapped around her finger.
"Look who decided to show." I said rolling my eyes at the love birds.
"Shut up, Fare, You're just jealous cause you can't get any." Taylor said giggling. I laughed and lightly shoved her.
"If I wanted to I could get some." I said, sticking my chin up in the air.
"Fine, then I bet you can't get Brian Michaels' number!" Taylor said. I rolled my eyes again.
"Girl, I already have." I smirked at her and her mouth fell open.
"Babe, close your mouth. That isn't very attractive." Jonas, Sadie, and I broke down into laughter as Taylor blushed a scarlet red and rolled her eyes at us.
"Well what did Brian Michaels say to you?" Sadie asked.
"All he said was that my art was good and that I should consider becoming a fashion designer, blah, blah, blah. Oh and if I ever wanted him to model for me, then I should give him a call." Sadie sighed and looked at me.
"You should start believing him. You might not have the most expensive clothes but the way you match them together is amazing! Plus your sketches are also amazing. Come on, just think about it."
"Well, call him!" Taylor squealed. "Oh my gosh you guys would be the cutest couple! Well, behind me and Preston of course." I sighed and looked at Jonas.
"You've been awfully quiet today." I said. He shrugged.
"Just been thinking about a lot lately. Ya know, since my sister, Kylie, is back and all." I nodded in sympathy and turned back to my friends.
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So yeah, I thought that I would try to write a story for y'all. And hopefully this time I'll be able to complete it, haha. Alright, so give me some feedback and vote if y'all want to. Love you guys!! -Elly <3
