A Teenage Dream

Just The beginning

For a student that took all honors classes and finished the first semester of her senior year in high school with a 4.2 GPA, you'd assume that she'd be going to one of the top Universities in all of Connecticut, well so did her parents. Isabelle wasn't your typical high school senior, she wasn't planning for what she'd be doing 6 months from now, but she was living in the moment and people loved her for that. Ever since the fourth grade Izzy was making her own little halloween costumes and she loved to play dress-up. In eighth grade she took a basic art class which helped her get the millions of ideas she had floating around  down on paper. Freshman year, she was recognized for her talent and was enrolled into a junior class for fashion and designing. When her parents began to realize that Izzy wasn't visiting any schools or taking the idea of college seriously, they told her that if she wanted to continue to design clothes she had to come up with a plan for a "successful future". Izzy hated the idea that her parents weren't on her side and that the idea of her designing clothes for the rest of her life sickened them, but it was what she loved to do. It was the beginning of January, and Izzy had a plan. How could she make her parents happy without giving up her dream? That's when she decided that she was going to try and get an internship in the city. Not only did her research skills come in handy, but Izzy called every fashion magazine company she could think of; Style Watch, Elle, InStyle, Glamour, Lucky, but she had always wanted one of her pieces to be on the cover of Vogue. For weeks she couldn't sit still, putting together portfolio's of her work to send to each one of the magazine editors, in hopes for the phone to ring with someone willing to give her a fair chance. In that moment she realizd that she had never wanted something so bad in her entire life. For years she worked at her dream with not an ounce of support from the people that really mattered to her, and this inernship was either make it or break it. The following week Izzy got three phone calls from three different magazine editors; Elle, InStyle and Lucky. Although she was unbelievably happy that others saw potential in her work, she knew that she would eventually have to make a decision on which magazine she wanted to work for. Izzy decided to wait a couple days to examine her options. Sunday morning she got a call from the editor of Vogue magazine, but before the editor even had the chance to finish introducing herself, she was hyperventilating and almost fainted at the sound of her voice. After 15 minutes on the phone with the editor of one of he most famous magazines in the world, Izzy had managed to set a date and time to meet with their head designer.