Post by Scarlet Henderson on Feb 26, 2009 19:35:28 GMT -5
[/url]and then try and go find it in a store. It wouldn’t be there. Scarlet always wore her designs before they showed up in a store. And by the time girls began buying what they had seen her wearing, she was already onto something new. Scarlet could hear Rosa down stairs, calling for her to hurry up and eat. Scarlet ignored her, taking her time as she slipped her feet into her ankle boots and checked over her outfit. Feeling satisfied with it, she went down stairs.
It was another one of those hectic mornings again Scarlet already knew this. The last thing she wanted to do was wake up. The deadlines for the new deigns were coming up soon, and she needed to have them done in time so production could start. She had already finished one of the dresses she had designed, having stayed up late the night before to make unless it looked like it had been bought straight out of a store. She already knew there would be girls who would see what she was wearing
Her little sister was already at the table, eating the food Rosa had made. Scarlet’s little sister was just about the only person who she trusted when it came to wearing her hand made clothes. Her sister knew how to treat the clothes, and what would happen if she mistreated them. Too much food had been made for just the two of them, but there had always been that hope that they might just show up for a family meal. Scarlet’s parents were chronic workaholics who seemed to have just had children for the sake of it. Of course, when Scarlet began her clothing line and began modeling, she was their favorite child. As if they had even had one before that. But once Scarlet had told them to leave her alone, they did, and returned back to their original ways. ”Come on. I’ll give you a ride to school.” Scarlet just left her plates on the table, leading her sibling to the car. She swung her car around in the drive way carelessly, speeding off down the quiet street.
Scarlet dropped her sister off at the middle school, telling her that Rosa would be picking her up. Then it was off to her school. By the time Scarlet arrived, some people were still heading off to class. She pulled into a parking spot, grabbing her bag as she stepped out of her car. She had only reached the front steps when she heard someone call out her name. It was one of the elite cheerleaders. Luckily it was that Gabrielle, who seemed to dislike her for no reason at all. Scarlet paused as the girl scrambled over to her. Wow. I really like your outfit. I just bought this from your clothing line. . . . blah blah blah . . .. Scarlet stopped listening after a little while, until the girl seemed to realize it and started saying her name. ”Sorry, but I have to go. I will talk to you later. Okay?” The smile that spread across her face was slow but sweet, her classic well known smile. oh. oh. okay. Scarlet had already begun to continue her way up the stairs, leaving the stuttering girl behind. Scarlet pushed open the door to the school, pulling out her phone as she heard it vibrate. She could hear the first bell ring as she pushed open another door. Scarlet didn’t know where the door led to, all she wanted to do was take this phone call in quiet. It was her agent, bothering her about something. Scarlet just listened quietly, until she had finished ranting. By the time the phone call was over, the tardy bell had already rung. Well, there was no point in going to class now. Scarlet looked around herself, seeing the padded seats and the aisles of the theatre. ”Where the hell am I?” Even though she had been here for almost a year already, she barely knew her way around the school. Scarlet wandered down the aisle, dropping her bag at the foot of the stage as she climbed up onto it.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
