HOW I BECAME A FASHION DESIGNER
I was not allowed to go to school because me parents choose my brother over me and to go to college I was up set I always loved school. It was my thing I always wished to because I always wanted to make cloths and make and stuff that no have ever were or do. My mother and father send me of back to my country in Jamaica I had to work my but of for some money I felt like I was deceive because way would they choose me brother over me I did not do anything for me to be treated this way, life is not easy they treated me like Cinderella I had to scrub the floors wipe down the walls and wipe down the bathroom, cooked and clean every and they had two evil twin sister. One they their father put his hands on me and try to beat me and I fight and fight until I ask some to help the mother came in the room grab me by my arm throw me down in the base meant they turn of the light and told me to shut up don’t make no nose or else something bad will happened I cry and cry and said what did I do……
Unfortunately, I thought that my parents did not care they never called or ask for me everyday would teas me and beat me treat me how every they wanted to treat me so one day I decide that I was going to sneak out side to feel the sun I felt like freedom I ran a round in circle with a big a smile looking so dirty and all mess up my cloths was old people was staring at me like their was something in my face but I didn’t care because this was life I did not know how to read and write but I mater to me cause I felt stupid that I did not went to school. OMG!!!! They came back I stared running back into the house as fast as I can ran back to the basement and-and locked my self in just started to cry aging.
Mean while, I strange man came out of no wear and ask me some Questions like how is everything “ I told him that they was abusing me every day and night make me to not to eat” He said “ok what do you want be I said fashion designer