Suddenly, a girl my age and one of the managers came in. The man seemed very agitated, they were talking in low tones, but the girl seemed aplogetic. The girl was not the usual kind of "pretty", she had jet black hair, her eyes were a witch's green color, she had a small button nose. Her body was slender and her skin unlike the lady my dresser was talking to ( the one with midnight coloured hair), was not pale, it was normal skin color. She looked determined and fierce, and she had an air of gradeur.
"I don't understand why you can't just come on time! It's ridiculous I should kick you out, really!", the man shook his head and muttered sternly.
"Mr Macdurmot, please I apologise for being late. But, you must be reasonable, what could I do if my grandmother said she was sick? I had to do it, it's my duty!"The girl said in polite way but she was obviously shocked and a bit angry.
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The Designer Girl
Teen FictionSasha's a model, well almost- at least. But being its a model has its ups and downs, especially if you were FORCED to do it. It's time Sasha faces ongoing family problems, even if that means chasing and hunting for a dark secret that has to be unc...
