Chapter 2

    

                   Amelia P. O. V

    I stared at all of them and gulped. They meant business but I wasn't going to allow them get the only money I had at the moment. I pretended as if I wanted to pick out my purse and when they're attention was averted, I broke into a run. I was fast, but they were faster. In no time they caught up with me and one of them pushed me to the floor and snatched my bag from me.

 “hey!! Stop it please. I really don't have any money” I yelled, but they didn't listen. They proceeded to empty my bag and brought out all of my design books and everything. They finally found my purse and opened it. I gasped, they are really going to take my money. It was a good thing i kept the money Mabel gave me back at home. Seeing only a few dollars in my purse they looked at themselves then at me. 

 “ she really doesn't have anything with her” one of them said. 

 “ let's go, this girl needs more money than we do " the one who spoke earlier told his friends. They both stood up, but not without taking  the remaining notes in my purse and leaving me completely penniless. I watched them go, after a while I stood up and arranged my things back in my bag. I dusted myself and began walking home. I tried not to think about what happened or else I'll just start crying and tears weren't needed in my situation.

  I finally arrived home and met Mabel having dinner. “ oh..... hi Amy how was work... Wait what happened to you?? " she asked when she saw my dirty clothes. I sighed and walked over to where she was seated. 

  “ I got robbed, all of the money I made today was stolen" I explained, trying hard not to cry.

  “ oh my gosh! Are you OK? Here.. Have some soup" Mabel exclaimed giving me her bowl of soup. I took it from her.

  “ I don't understand. Why can't I just have a normal life? Why must something bad happen" I lamented. Mabel patted me and smiled.

 “ you can do this. I know you can. Don't give up yet."  

“i have something that might cheer you up " she suggested. Standing up from the chair she went to her bag. She brought out a magazine and gave it to me. I collected it.

 “what is this?" I asked while opening the pages, “ I brought something for you. Open it to page 35. Read it" Mabel said motioning to open the the page she described. I got to the page and began reading the article.

 “ I'm pretty sure you know Ryan Oswald. He is a multimillionaire and as we all know loves fashion and everything trendy"

   “ yeah I do,  that rude rich guy,i know him, but what has that got to do with this?" I asked not quite clear on what she was trying to imply.

  “ He isn't rude Amy stop blacklisting him like that. Anyways, he will be coming to New York to search here for aspiring fashion designers, more like a contest because who ever wins would be given a cash prize to start his own fashion line" she explained. I shrugged.

 “ you would have to buy a form and submit it, then you go for auditions this Saturday " she informed.

  I shrugged. “whatever, I'm not interested "

 “what do you mean you're not interested? This could be your breaking point " Mabel stressed.

    “i said I'm not interested, besides Ryan is a rich guy, why would want to choose someone like me for the contest? Its probably for rich people who can afford it" I explained.

  “dont think like that Amy, this is what you've been waiting for all your life,don't refuse it. What if you win?" Mabel asked, trying to convince me. But I already had my mind made up.

   “ I'm not doing it Mabel. Excuse me, but I'll like to go to my room now " I said as I stood up.

   “ Amy... Wait" Mabel called as I got to my room. I turned. Mabel was holding document with her. “ what is it? " I asked.

  Mabel stood up and walked towards me. She placed the file on my hands.

  “ what is this?" I asked

 “that's the form. I bought it on my way back from work. When you change your mind fill it. And submit too. Auditions is on Saturday." She informed.

  “ok" I said as I collected the form from her and walked into my room, closing the door behind me. 

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      Dropping the file on my bedside table without even checking it, I laid on the bed. I honestly don't know why I refused but like Mabel said I might still change my mind. I guess it's because of the bad things that has been happening lately and it has been making me all confused.

 Damn! I wish my mom was here, she always helped me. I'll probably call her later. As I laid on the bed I heard my phone ring. It's a good thing those thieves didn't take my phone else I wouldn't know what to do by now. I picked it up and checked the caller. It was Terrance.

  A smile lit up my face. I picked it up.

📞 hi Terrance, what's popping?

📞. Hi Amy, how are you?

📞 I'm good. What about you?

📞 a little broke, but am alive and that's a good thing.

  I chuckled when I heard that

📞 uhmmm..... Amy I was hoping if you would be free on Thursday.

📞 I don't know, it depends. What have you got planned out?

📞 there's a job I found for you on that day, there's a party going on that day and I got a job of a waitress for you, I hope you don't mind. The pays good by the way.

📞 I don't mind. Thanks for thinking ahead. And I'm free too so I'll be going.

📞. Great.. So I'll be expecting you on Thursday night. Mind you it's an expensive party by the way, so you have to be extra careful

📞 I'm always careful.

📞 good night Amy,have sweet dreams

📞 you too Terrance.

📞 OK.... Uhmm Amy? Are you still there?

📞 yes am here. Want to tell me something?

   Terrance hesitated a bit. He sounded unsure.

📞 nothing really.... Have a goodnight.

📞 good night.

  I hung up. Ok..  Why did Terrance act that way? I wondered.

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                  Ryan's P. O. V

    I arrived in New York late in the night. For the city that never sleeps every where was still radiant. I walked over to the car and the chauffeur  who was there opened the door and I got in. He entered the driver seat and began driving. Looking out the window I began reminiscing on what brought me to New York in the first place. It was true I did set up a training/ contest here in New York but that was just something to do in the meantime. I was trying to escape my problems I left back home and doing what I liked for the meantime before I faced my problems seemed to be the perfect thing to do.

 Want to know what my problems are that's making me run away from them? Don't worry you'll find out soon. In the meantime I have a party to attend in two days and I need to prepare for that. Same boring old shit, but it's what am stuck with for probably the rest of my life. 

  New York, here I come.