Sira P. Kanté
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
April 23,2016
I have never been so excited to see a Monday. To be honest it's not even the whole beginning of the week thing it's Tyra. She's crowning the top five models that ripped the runway last Friday.
I feel as though I should win because I did exactly what she said, but my appearance may have been a little to culturing.
I walked into the classroom to see no desk or chairs. Even the chalkboard was missing. Everyone looked at confused I was.
"Good morning." Tyra said walking through the doors. "Good morning Ms. Banks." We said in unison. She smiled bright and made her way to the center.
We formed a circle around her. "As you know today will be the crowing of the top five models. There will not be a male top five and a female's. This here is a competition between all of you. So she or he that earns the first place award, means that they are above. Not above you as a person or a model. It's just saying that, that person has now succeeded the arts of this class." We nodded and clapped.
"Now when I call your name you will step forward." We just stood there. "So form a straight line people." She clapped her hands. Like scared bugs we ran to form a perfect straight line.
"Taylor Evans." She called the first name. Taylor stepped forward smiling wide.
"Shareef Thompson."
"Clara Reid."
"Sira Kanté." When she said my name I happily took a step forward. You don't know how much I almost died if she hadn't called it.
"And Cierra McCall."
"Okay now if you weren't called you may take three steps back."
Some people began to walk before she spoke to them. "After you applaud the finalists." With that they clapped.
"Enough. Now I will call your last name saying who came in from fifth to first."
"Good luck." I said walking closer to Cierra. She looked me up and down. "Thanks but I got this." She scoffed.
"Reid." Clara stepped back sighing.
"McCall." Ciera looked up mad. I snickered a little because she claimed she already won.
"Evans." Taylor stepped back leaving Shareef and I . The only male versus me. "Thompson." She said causing me to squeal. "The winner, Miss Sira P. Kanté." She smiled giving me a hug.
"Oh my God thank you." I rocked her back and forth. "No Sira thank you, you deserve it." She gave me a medal. I looked at it and smiled big.
I did it!
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