Sira P. Kanté
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
April 19,2016
Today is the day I get to pick out my outfit. I am about to look so sexy, straight popping. I want a see through top, but I don't want it to be too much for my first time like Tyra said. So maybe I'll do something to show off for my country. That will be nice. I know the girl Tasha, who can sew really good. Maybe she can sew my dress if I give her the designs. I'm glad I got her number , I hope she can do it fast, so I can have it before Friday.
"Hello?", she answered the phone. "Hey Tasha, its Sira I was wondering if you could sew me a dress and head piece for my modeling lesson?", I asked in a beg tone.
"Sure, um today is Wednesday, so I can have it done by Saturday.", my eyes widened. "Nooo it has to be done before Friday.", I began to panic. "I'm sorry Sira, but that's a lot of pressure for me."
"I know and I'm sorry, but I need this dress to be perfect.", I began to whine. I heard a sigh on the other end of the phone. "I can try Sira, but you should start planning a plan B if it doesn't come in time.", she said which made me reconsider asking her.
"Okay thank you.", I hung up sighing. This can be my chance to have a famous model see me walk. I need this to be perfect. She maybe able to sign me, so I have to walk right, look right, and feel right.
Hope everything goes well. Ughhhhhh
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InkMyAfrica
General FictionA poor African girl is sent to America all by herself to get a better life. Shipped to an all white foster home wasn't a good plan because no rich white family wants a poor African. After being in the home for 13 years, she moved out and ventured he...
