Every day, my parents walk me to school. Today, though, instead of going to school, I am going to see something special. I love modeling, and I was asked to model for a beauty show! I have good posture, and I am a mixture of sweet and kind. I am also very attractive, according to my mom. I have great big plans for the future and this is only the start! Being in 8th grade is hard. The senior prom is coming up, and the producer of the show that I will be modeling on said that if I do a great job, I will get to pick one of the dresses that they have to wear to the prom! I have a real simple nature and I hope to have fun. My mom is calling me to get dressed. I better go!
"Hello, Tiara!" Mrs. Starr says cheerfully as I enter the room. " Hello, Mrs. Starr!" I return her pleasant smile. "I will be your director/teacher," Mrs. Starr explains. "It is a pleasure to be with you!' My mom buts her head into the conversation. "I must take Tiara into the theatre so we can start rehearsing," Mrs. Starr leads me into the theatre. "I won't put you under pressure if you are a failure at first," She reassures me. I start to feel secure and safe with her. "You can be in danger if you don't do it all right," Mrs. Starr leads me to the back of the stage. "If you tell anything personal, someone who wants to capture you might be able to find your house, or school. Just be careful."
The next day, I came to the theatre and I got into my first outfit. "Here we go!" Mrs. Starr whispers to me and I walk onto the carpet and out onto the stage. Murmers from the crowd was all that I heard. Hopefully it was good murmering.
As I walked home, I felt a surge of pride. I had done it! I swung the dress that I got into the air, the back again.
The Senior Prom was great, and I had so much fun!