A 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...
Its now 2 o'clock and the show is about to start I still don't have my dress from Tasha, so my plan b must work out. "Sira you're on in 3.", the director announced coming around to my area. I drowned out all of the sad thoughts.
I put on my ego face and took several deep breaths, when I opened my eyes Tasha was standing behind me with the most beautiful dress ever.
"Hurry up and get dressed, I told them to let two others to go before you.", I hugged her and ran to the back. Slipping on the dress and gently placing the head piece I began to cry a little bit. I can picture my mama wearing something so beautiful like this back at home.
I wish they were here, to share this moment with me. "Sira lets go!", he called again and this time I felt even better.
I started my journey to the catwalk. When I faced the crowd, flashes blinded my view, but I look straight ahead. Tilting my head to the side a little with a straight face, I began to walk the walk one foot at a time.
Not thinking of a damn thing. I felt like the queen of England. I was popping and no one good tell me different. As I approached the end, I stood tall, placed my hands on my hips, did a perfect slow turn for everyone to see, and began to walk to the back. This may have been the end of my first modeling performance, but it was the beginning of my career.
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