Queen of Paper Chasin'

Big Dreams

"You tell Bianca I don't want that one. I want the purple one. White adds on to my physic."

"Anything else Samiya?"

"Hot tea please. Thanks Trisha."

"Its my job Miss Daniels."

"Nonsense. Here, go buy yourself something nice." I politely handed Trisha 1000 dollars. She smiled and walked out of the luxury office.

Tonight was the red carpet event where I launched my clothing line, La vie n'est qu'un rêve translation: Life is but a Dream. Ive been dreaming of this moment since I was old enough to sew. Everyone who's anyone will be here. I've done designs for nearly everyone.

I love the money and most of all I love what I do. I take my sense of style and swag and help others to make it theirs. I design clothes, shoes, jewlery, and soon furniture. Keeping the dollar signs keeps a smile on my face.

As im walking down the red carpet and everyone is yelling my name. Cameras are flashing and reporters are flocking trying to get the story on my big moves being made.

Samiya!!
Samiya!!
Over here!!
Pose for the camera Samiya!
Samiya, can you tell us what you have planned?
Samiya!

"Samiya! Get up! You know you have to get ready for school and you better not miss that damn bus."

I awake from my dream to my mother pulling the blankets off of me and yelling. Im an only child but one of a few grandchildren. We dont really have contact with the rest of the family unless its a holiday and my grandmother asks for me.

Well, I live with my mother, alone. She isn't really here. Most of the time she's out with one of her many boyfriends. I dont pay any mind to it. Atleast I have a job right? Im 17 and about to graduate. Hopefully by that time I have enough money to move out of here. Or atleast get a car so I dont have to ride the bus all the time. Public transportation can be hectic sometimes.

I jump out of bed and walk to the bathroom down the hall. I turn on the shower to my liking and get in. After fifteen minutes of showering, I got out and wrapped the towel around me then walked to my room. I looked through my clothes and found a peach colored high low dress, a jean vest, brown waist belt, and some brown wedges.

I lotioned with some baby lotion then sprayed some peach scented body mist. I put on a matching bra and panty set then got dressed. As I was finishing my makeup my mom walked in. A/N Samiya's mom in mm..

"Samiya, before you come home, go to Doug's and pick up a package for me. He'll give it to you. I have somewhere to be this afternoon."

"Uh, Okay. Anything else?"

"Naw. You need money for anything?"

"No, I'm good. Thanks."

"Okay. Have a good day then."

Then she left. I heard her heels click across the floor until I heard the front door close and all sounds stopped. I checked my phone and decided it was time to go. I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door locking it behind me.

I walked down the street towards the bus stop. I avoided looking up because its always some dudes out here trying to talk to me.

"Aye lil mama can I get yo number?"

"Damn you got a fat ass."

"You wanna ride, I can give you a nice long ride."

I mean, damn, I know I'm fly but get off my jet. I keep an extra bottle of water in case I meet an extra thirsty ass dude. A couple girls wanted to fight me because they boyfriends was trying to get with me.

I just laugh at these hoes. Knocked out my thoughts by my phone ringing. I answered and without looking. "Hello."

"Where you at chica? Im outside your apartments and its hot as hell out here girl."

"Rosa, I'm up the street at the bus stop."

"Well, don't get on the bus. Im comin get you girl."

With that she hung up. I laughed and put my phone in my backpack. Rosa is my latina friend. She cool and collected until somebody messes with her. Its a sterotype but Latinos are crazy. She's my bestie though.

She pulled up to the bus stop and I got into her car. A red and black Mustang GT with matching rims. The ride to school was filled with music and us rapping and singing along.

I'm sorry. I didn't quite introduce myself. My name is Samiya Leane Daniels. I'm 17 and what Rosa would call a French latina. I don't necessarily know my father but I know of him. I live with my mom whose hardly ever home. But shes a working women who deserves to have a life outside of her daughter. Its understandable. I just wish she was home a little more.

But yea. I'm like 5'11'' and I'm athletic. Im also a natural born hustler. I say i get it from my mom but she says its all from my father. I want to be a famous fashion designer one day. I want to travel the world and design things I know people will love. What can I say? I have big dreams.

A/N
Rosa, her car, and Samantha aka Samiya's mom in mm..First Chapter it may not be alot but there will be more to come. Leave feedback comment rate like fan favorite whatever ya do :-)