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SashaC

This is the beginning. Tell me what you think any suggestions?This is my rough draft.Chapter 1. *- Madison Avenue -* There it was. On the shelf between a brown Louis Vuitton purse that everyone already had, and a white Chanel clutch. I snatched the Prada bag from the shelf and hugged it to my chest."Can I have it? Please?" I begged my father.He shook his head, "You have so many already.""Ugh, why not! I've wanted this Prada bag for-e-ver!" I said, exaggerating each syllable, "Daddy, please, I really want it!"I pouted, and he gave me a stern look, rolled his eyes and simply said, "All right.”I jumped up and down in excitement, "You're the best!". He gave me a half smile."Anything for my little girl.”"Dad, you know I’m not a little girl, I’m thirteen," I rolled my eyes. I hated when he called me that. We were in a little boutique and it always had the best purses, clutches and bags. It was really nice, all full of light pinkish colors (my fav.) and it seemed to always be sparkling. There were little seats you could sit on to try on shoes. They looked like little clouds of heaven, so soft with cashmere. I didn’t go here very often even though we lived in Manhattan. Why were we going here? It was a good question, but usually when he brought me here, it meant something big. This got me thinking, I never knew if it was good big news, or bad big news. I decided to let it slip my mind and continue walking. We left the boutique and I switched over my things from my other purse to this one."We have to get home now, Scarlett, I promised your mother we would be home by three o’clock." He stated."Well, can we keep walking just a little bit,” I asked slyly, “Please.”He stared off down Madison Avenue, where we had been shopping all day. My father squinted, "Sure."We walked down the street and I window shopped. We paused, and grabbed six CDs that I wanted to have for my iPod Touch.My dad and I then got a bite to eat at ‘Viand’ which was a bit farther awayfrom the boutique. We sat down at the red booth and the menus were swiftly handed to us by a waitress in her mid thirties. I sat across from dad. He asked me what I would like. I paused. We both opened the menu and my dad started to name stuff.“How about the shrimp, or the steak?” he said. I knew he wanted me to eat something more than my usual. A plain salad, which was probably more like leaves thrown on a plate. “Well, I think I’ll have the steak,” he said. I took a deep breath in and looked down.“I think I’ll have a… Caesar salad, better than nothing, right?” I spoke quietly and fast.He let out a small sigh and called the waitress over. We placed our orders. The atmosphere was sort of, French. There was much cuisine and the place was very inviting.The waitress came back a few minutes later and gave us our food. Shelooked at me and then at my father, eyeing us up like a piece of meat. It felt awkward, I wanted to tell her to go away, go on, get a life. But I knew I couldn’t with my father around. He would never stand for it, so I kept my mouth shut.We ate mostly in silence, and the only time he did talk was when he asked how my salad was. I responded with one word: Good.My father was in his 40’s and tall. He had dark mahogany brown hair, justlike me. His was short; he also had dark brown eyes and a round face. Right now my dad looked nervous, that made me uneasy. I stared at him from across the table and thought, If it’s something big, he’ll tell me soon enough, I guess. We walked out the door after paying the bill. My feet started to hurt from walking so much on my Jimmy Choos but I wanted to go to Saks on 5th Ave., that’s why I wanted to keep walking.My father said, “Maybe another day, Hun.”I stared at the ground, mascara smearing around my wide brown eyes. He decided to go inside a shop to get a coffee, I stayed outside. I leaned against the cold brick wall and pulled out my cell phone. As I started to text to my friend, a girl from my school came by me. She didn’t like me at all. On the sidewalk I stood, she was by herself.“Oh, is Ms. Scarlett standing all by herself?” She said, looking past the wall peering into the coffee shop. “No, she’s with her father, what did he get you? Another purse to go with your collection of ugly one? It’s funny, since I thought a spoiled little brat like you would get something better, too bad I guess.”Her name was Annabelle, that sounds like a sweet name, but she is a jerk.“Look, Annabelle,” I said sweetly, “I am with my dad so you can go on your way, I know that you’re jealous of me, but you don’t have to be so mean and hurt my feeling.” I smiled at every word. She started to laugh.“Seriously Scarlett, you don’t have to be such a, such a-” she paused, I looked to my right and saw my dad was heading out of the shop. I gave a half smile and her face went low and stern. By this time he was standing beside me.“A what? Annsorry it got caught off. Its supposed to say"A what? Anna?" i asked.She says nothing. Scarletts dad comes and they leave.

Gabby16nov

i think that is is very good; it kind of reminds me of the clique books by lisi harrison. maybe you could get inspiration from them.

fashiondiva

it reminds me of the clique books as well. i think its a great start though! i would totally read it once you've finished!

Serg

Good job. I like it. Keep going...

solo

Great start. Keep going!