Violet on the runway
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Last published Thu, May 1, 2014
On the day my life changed,the lady in Chanel shades stared me up and down... "Gorgeous,I've got fall castings coming up and I think you could be IT. And I mean IT. Are you busy next weekend? I can have you on a flight to New York Friday night. If it's up to me, I'd say your the next Kate Moss-but,you know, taller and without the pr problems...I hope!" Then she threw her perfectly highlighted hair back and laughed, which gave me a good look at her straight, white veneers. So that's how I happen to have this business card in the front pocket of my jeans as I start my senior year of high school. The card of Angela Blythe from Tryst Models in New York City, who wants to put me on a plane this weekend and whisk me into her world of high heeled boots and oversized sunglasses. Me, Violet Greenfield, who's been P-L-A-I-N practically forever.
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