Hope toi enjoy it
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I found the things to draw the dress with in the cabinet like she said. I set everything up and started to draw the outline. Everyone liked short here and the man had asked for summery type dress. I drew a short strapless dress with a ribbon round the haut, retour au début and round the bottom and then in strips going diagonally across. The dress its self was white and the ribbon was mint green. I looked at my drawing wondering if the man would approve. I decided he would and went out to montrer it to him. I would in to the reception again were the man was sat. “Well don’t toi look different”
“Yes I guess I do”
“Now this is Isabella Swan”
“Really?”
“Yes. Did toi do the dress for me?”
“Yes” I pulled out. The massive bit of paper I drew the dress on and he sat in shock for what felt like hours. “Well well considering toi don’t like fashion this is shocking”
“Do toi like it?”
“I’m going to montrer it to my boss and see if she approves. If she does you’ve got the job” I sat in the reception waiting for him to return. Then a different man came round to see me. “My boss would like to speak to you”
“Umm ok”
“Follow me” I followed him to his boss’s room. He opened the door for me and I walked in. There was a dark brown haired woman sat at the desk. “Are toi Isabella Swan? Did toi draw this?”
“Yes” I a dit feeling like I could collapse any moment. “This is truly amazing”
“Thank you”
“Not only would toi make a good fashion designer but I reckon toi would make a good model as well”
“Really?”
“Yes. Your dress shall be made and then toi should model with it on as toi were the one who designed it. Then if it sells well toi can carry on designing. But if t doesn’t toi can model for me and even if it does sell well I still want toi to model for me”
“Ok”
“Well go speak to the people who shall be making your dress and tell them what materials toi want to use”
“Ok thank you” I walked out her office nervous and excited.
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I found the things to draw the dress with in the cabinet like she said. I set everything up and started to draw the outline. Everyone liked short here and the man had asked for summery type dress. I drew a short strapless dress with a ribbon round the haut, retour au début and round the bottom and then in strips going diagonally across. The dress its self was white and the ribbon was mint green. I looked at my drawing wondering if the man would approve. I decided he would and went out to montrer it to him. I would in to the reception again were the man was sat. “Well don’t toi look different”
“Yes I guess I do”
“Now this is Isabella Swan”
“Really?”
“Yes. Did toi do the dress for me?”
“Yes” I pulled out. The massive bit of paper I drew the dress on and he sat in shock for what felt like hours. “Well well considering toi don’t like fashion this is shocking”
“Do toi like it?”
“I’m going to montrer it to my boss and see if she approves. If she does you’ve got the job” I sat in the reception waiting for him to return. Then a different man came round to see me. “My boss would like to speak to you”
“Umm ok”
“Follow me” I followed him to his boss’s room. He opened the door for me and I walked in. There was a dark brown haired woman sat at the desk. “Are toi Isabella Swan? Did toi draw this?”
“Yes” I a dit feeling like I could collapse any moment. “This is truly amazing”
“Thank you”
“Not only would toi make a good fashion designer but I reckon toi would make a good model as well”
“Really?”
“Yes. Your dress shall be made and then toi should model with it on as toi were the one who designed it. Then if it sells well toi can carry on designing. But if t doesn’t toi can model for me and even if it does sell well I still want toi to model for me”
“Ok”
“Well go speak to the people who shall be making your dress and tell them what materials toi want to use”
“Ok thank you” I walked out her office nervous and excited.
This is a true story. My cousin and I were at our grandma's apartment. We were playing in the water. This stranger(man) walked up to me. He asked me what grade did I think he was in. I didn't answer him. He asked me again. I still didn't answer. He a dit your a piece of crap. Then he hit me!! Hard!! My cousin and I ran inside as fast as we could. We locked the doors and hid. Now we always call him the scary dude. ou the hitting freak. This is a very true story!!! Now I don't go anywhere without some one. Otherwise I think I will get hit again ou get kidnapped!! If something happens to you, add me as a friend and tell me about it. It could become a book. My mom is an author. Her livres are Dude Your A Crab, The crabe Is Back In Town, Shadows In the Past, The shadows unspoken, Jason's Number 16th Dream, and Prince Jeremy and the Horse. Check them out. Everything but Shadows in the Past is foe kids. Shadows in the Past is for 14-15 years ou older. Thanks for lire my story.
salut guys,
I havent been écriture much but I dont think that I can finish this fanfic, so if anyone wants 2 take over send me a message.
I knwo that toi guys porbably want to see this finshed so i'd thought Id give toi the option!
Okay?
Thank you!
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Laura!
Damm these lonegr article things!!! How long doe sit have to be!!!!!!
THe rest will be pam so that I can asctully post this\
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I havent been écriture much but I dont think that I can finish this fanfic, so if anyone wants 2 take over send me a message.
I knwo that toi guys porbably want to see this finshed so i'd thought Id give toi the option!
Okay?
Thank you!
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.
Laura!
Damm these lonegr article things!!! How long doe sit have to be!!!!!!
THe rest will be pam so that I can asctully post this\
hj
hj
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