I'm going to be...

This story is about a 15 year old orphan, Elizabeth Johnson, who runs away from her orphanage in the country to a huge luxerious modeling boarding school in NYC, New York. At PAWACM, she learns that dedication, perseverance, and dedication are not only required, but are expected. With a few bumps along the way, Elizabeth keeps striving for her goal. Will she make it? Will she become a successful model or is she not the ''right material''? You'll just have to read and see...

Walking up to the steps was a lot harder than I had thought. My legs were shaking and wobbling. I felt as if I was going to just turn back and jump back into the cab that I had arrived in. But it was too late now, I was already here, and besides the cab had driven off.

I guess this is it. I thought in my head. A scramble of many thoughts and feelings were going around in my head.

Am I going to like it here? What if they send me home? What if they found out I don't have a home, or even a family or realative, or anything? What will they do? Throw me out onto the street? This was a bad idea. I should've stayed at the orphanage. At least I had food and shelter there. Who knows what they will do with me here? But if I make it, this would be worth it. Right?

With my mind clouded with doubts, it was hard to think straight. My shaky hand reached up to the doorbell.

This was it.

I pushed the doorbell and after what felt like 10 minutes, a tall, slim lady appeared at the door.

"Who are you?", asked the lady.

"Elizabeth Johnson" I replied. My voice was cracking and I was getting shakier at the minute.

"Okay, Elizabeth Johnson, why are you here?", the tall lady also had tiny, beady eyes. Her eyes gave off a very cold personality to the woman. She looked almost mean, nothing like what the brocure she found on the streets described her as.

"I'm here to enroll in your school. I heard about the scholarship program. I have no money, but I could work hard and help cook or clean or whatever you need me to do." I said this in a rushed, almost desperate, tone.

"Do you have your transcripts? We just don't accept ANYONE into our scholar's program. It takes dedication, perseverance, and deterimination to stay on top of your grades. Here at Beckerwood Prepatory School for Young Women Aspring Careers in Modeling, it takes those three key ingredients. Along with many more too. The lady gave her lecture in a piercing cold voice. It takes a lot of work to stay on top. If you have any passion or desire to become professional, you better work extra hard."

I pulled out my small envelope full of important records, dates, and other things along with my transcripts.

Luckily, before I left the orphange, I had snuck into the record-keeping room to gather my transcripts. All of that sneeking around turned out to be worthwile.

I handed her the transcripts. "Ahh. Very nice." she replied.

"I will look over these and I will have the maids prepare a room and your schedule for you."

As she said this, great relief had set on me. "Thank you. Thank you so much! You do not know how much this means to me!"

The lady had already started walking to her office and gave a snappy relpy, "Oh trust me, I do. Dedication, perseverance, and determination."

I just sat myself down on a chair in the office.

This place was so big, so exciting. It felt like anything could happen. A giant window, full of opportunites. Just waiting for the right person.

It will take a little getting used to, but I think I can manage. A lot of hard work and many long hours, a crammed schedule, and little free time, but it's worth it. It's worth it becuase I'm going to be living my dream. I'm going to be a model.

The End

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