Chapter 9 Worried

Just as I was worried about what Quincy had just said concerning her mother making me talk about the day with her friends, I was double excited too.

First, it was New York's talk of the town, and now, Quincy and I are back together.

I drove to the company, dropping my car in the parking lot. As I stepped into the building, they all started clapping.

I was surprised, I mean, how far has my name gotten to?

After a brief moment of congratulations, everyone went back to business. Mrs Whitehead wasn't at the company yet. For a couple of days now, she has been very busy increasing the awareness of her company.

And now, yesterday's advert has done something miraculously great, she'll be ten times busier than before.

I, with my fellow models, sat in the dressing room, discussing how the next show would be. After what took like two hours, Mrs Whitehead's arrival was announced.

Later, someone came to inform us that Mrs Whitehead wanted a brief meeting with everyone. So, we all went to the meeting hall.

" Thanks to each one of you, " she started. " with your great help and support, Sparrow's Boutique Enterprise has been recognized as New York's top fifth enterprise in the world. "

We all started clapping, when she continued, there was a sudden calmness. " It has always been my dream to get to this level, my hopes and wishes to be recognized all over the world, which I strongly believe has finally come to pass. " She sighed happily.

" Also, my special thanks goes to Miss Zamsii Carmichael ,please come forward. " Another applause filled the hall as I stood up, walking to where she stood. " We all know what happened yesterday, and I will keep saying this, yesterday was indeed a memorable day in my life. With Miss Carmichael, we are what we are now. We have become one of the state's most recognized! "

" And... " She paused, like saying the next thing would sound like a blast, which actually did when she said, " Miss Carmichael here, has become New York's top fourth model. "

My happiness had no bounds, and I almost choked feeling excited. Tears clouded my eyes, Mrs Whitehead pulled me into a hug. " That's tears of joy, sweetheart. You've made me more proud than I ought to be. You deserve it. "

Last night's incident flashed back to my memory, the part when Quincy had to call my family pathetic. Also, when she referred to me as a nobody who was picked out from a wretched family.

Now look what I am today. I'm in a position not even her father is able to achieve. Sometimes, our background doesn't count what we are, it's how hard we work for what we want that tells us.

If Dad and Mom had been here, it would have been better. We won't have to live a wretched life anymore. You just don't know how it feels like being mentioned in one of the biggest states in America.

It's a dream come true....

She broke the hug, drying the tears with her left thumb. " Go on, say something to them. " She said, referring to the workers.

" I'm greatly honored for everything, first working in the company and second,... " I sighed deeply, " and second, hearing this news for it's something that I can't believe. I mean, I never thought I would be what I am now. My whole life, since I was alive, I thought I would be the same girl I was twelve years ago. "

Being that stubborn girl with her little puppy out in the woods in the middle of the night. The same girl who hated her mother for being such a protector to her.

But now, it's all the opposite...

" Thank you, Mrs Whitehead, for choosing me for the advert. I wouldn't have been what I am today if not for you. And to my fellow models, Sparrow's staff, I say thank you all for everything. "

" Sparrow still can't thank you enough, Miss Carmichael. I, with my fellow managers, decided to offer you this from the company. "

Two men went to a corner where I'm pretty sure no one seemed to have noticed. It was covered with a big white cloth, making it impossible for any of us to know what it really was.

They pulled the cloth down, exposing what was behind the cloth. It was a big banner with the picture I had taken yesterday on it and a bold written inscription on it.

" SPARROW'S NUMBER ONE MODEL. " And a small written inscription below it. " New York's Top Fourth Model. "

I felt the world embracing me, everyone wishing to kiss my feet. I could feel heaven's hands on me, their blessings falling upon me.

What a great relief it is...

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The loud noise of the reporters outside the building made me want to disappear into the thin air. All thanks to the security who didn't let them rush in.

I wasn't ready to answer their questions, and I'd got nothing to say to them either. If it was possible for Mrs Whitehead to call the police to drive them away, I'd be thankful for that.

Did I just become a celebrity overnight?

It's still unbelievable that one single thing has to be the reason for my popularity.

God knows how desperate I have wanted such a day like this to come. And here it is, standing at my doorstep.

Uncle Sylvester and the others were all sitting in the sitting room when I returned. The sudden smile on their faces got me wondering.

First it was the kids who came to hug me, then aunty Ranita who gave me a kiss on both my cheeks. Uncle Sylvester didn't want to be so childish like them, I guess...

What am I gonna tell him?

A surprise?

If happiness can be measured, mine has no degree.

Aunty Ranita made a special meal for us, which turned out to be my favorite. We ate and drank to our satisfaction.

I wasn't the food type, but this time, I ate more than my body could accommodate. Uncle Sylvester turned on the television, and what kept displaying on the screen were my photos.

I never knew I was this beautiful...

My phone kept buzzing as different notifications kept dropping second after second. My followers both on instagram and Twitter were increasing rapidly and the joy of fame grew in me.

" How does it feel like being famous? " Damon asked.

" I don't know. It feels like having the world in your hands, gaining everyone's trust and love. "

Quincy stood up, walking to her room. I followed her to her room, she was already laying down when I got there.

She was facing the window, staring out of it. I went to sit beside her, moving my fingers on her hair. " I remember when I was your age, I would lock myself in my room and no matter how many times my mother had to scream my name, I wouldn't open the door for her. I had no one to call a brother, I had no one to call a sister, I was just on my own. Sometimes I wondered what life was like outside mine, how fun it would be to have someone beside, someone different from my parents. But you know what, I still didn't get to know what it was like. "

" Sometimes, I wished I was a dead corpse, thrown away and forgotten that I ever existed. But I was wrong, I was never made to be a forgotten person. I was made to be what I am now. "

She lay straight, her body facing upwards and she was looking at me. " I was wrong about you. From the start, I never knew you'd be the opposite of what I thought about you. You just proved me wrong. Sometimes, I wondered why I had such stupid thoughts about you, why I always wished for something bad for you. I mean, I'm right, I shouldn't have mature thinking. "

" It's not your fault that you have to think like that, you had those thoughts because your mother made you too. Quincy, I've known you for a good ten years, and now I wonder why it has to be you. "

" You deserve to be happy, Zamsii, you really need to. "

" Nothing makes me more happy than having you guys around. And you wanna know what makes me happy the most? "

She nodded,

Pointing at her small nose, I said, "I'm happy to have you back. " She giggled.

" Really? "

" Sure. You want proof? "

She nodded, still with a smile. " Yes. "

" Okay, here is the proof. " I started tickling her all over her body, her giggles turned into laughter.

" Stop! Stop! Sto...p!! " She folded her hands around my neck, and we tumbled on her bed breathing heavily with our faces staring at the ceiling.

" How do you feel now? " I looked at her.

" Happy, " her eyes are still on the ceiling. " Zamsii, thank you. " Now she was looking at me.

I chuckled, " What for? "

" For making my night. " She rested her head on my shoulder. " I'm happy I have you. I really am. " She slept off.

And we were like that, waking up in each other's arms.

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