I expected to see an empty house but my dad was sitting on the couch watching TV when I entered.
"Hey dad." I sang, happy that he was at home this time.
"Amelia, how are you? I saw Kathy drop you off." my dad pointed out, as he turned to face me.
"Yes, she did." I clarified, still surprised.
"Mmmm, Okay." Dad said and went back to watching TV.
It's always been like this, I sighed as I went up to my room. Dad only asked the basic questions, he didn't care to really know me anymore.
I miss the dad he was before mom died, he cared about me a lot. I remember how we would go out every weekend. Since mom died 6 years ago, we had barely done anything together.
I got to my room and begun designing again. It has always been my dream to design clothes, I love dressing up and drawing clothes. At first, it was just to pass time, but after a while it became a passion. I pick up my pencil and this time, I design a knee-length skirt with horizontal stripes from left to right at both sides. I used orange, black and white from top to bottom to colour.
My room is filled with drawings of clothes and colouring.
"I know that I will achieve my dream one day." I said as I fell asleep.
"Ugh, I woke up too early." I said as I woke up and checked the time. It was still too early for school.
I decided to look for a job as a designer, just for fun. I didn't really need the money, we're well off at home. Dad still had a steady job as a lawyer. I just needed the experience and I really wanted to start early.
I opened my laptop to search for jobs online. There were so many to choose from; but I needed one that would give me enough time as a student, and the ones I was seeing here wouldn't offer that.
Finally one caught my eye: working after school hours three times a week, the pay was small but okay. I applied for it and hoped for the best. I put my phone number in the brief application in case a message was sent. I also sent applications to two other job listings, before shutting down my laptop to focus on my almost forgotten assignments.
This time, I calmly prepared for school in time for my first class.
"Kathy, hey." I said, acknowledging her presence as she stood in front of the school's gates waiting for me.
"Amelia, how are you? Hope you did your assignments?"
"Yes I did. You're really serious with this assignment stuff. Anyway, I have something to tell you."
"What is it?" She asked, obviously concerned.
"I applied for a job as a fashion intern, of sorts." I admitted, smiling.
"Wow, that's great. It's always been your dream." Kathy said, as we entered chemistry class. "I'm happy you applied, but I hope it won't interfere with your studies, Amelia. You know your education is important too."
"Don't worry Kathy. I made sure that the ones I applied for made provisions for enough time for school work." I replied excitedly.
"Okay, that's good. The teacher is already here." Kathy said, nudging us towards our seats.
I regarded myself lucky to have Kathy as a best friend. She was very caring and sweet, crazy at times though. She was 17 too, but older by months, so she was more mature.
"Amelia, what is the usefulness of chlorine in water?" my teacher suddenly asked, bringing me out of my thoughts. I spaced out a lot in science subjects.
"Umm, to purify it." I answered, hoping that was the answer she wanted.
"You're correct. But pay attention, your mind isn't here." My teacher advised, as I breathed out in relief.
The day went by quickly and soon classes for the day were over. As I was walking with Kathy towards her car (she offered to drive me again), I thought about the interview for one of the jobs. I had been sent a message during lunch break, saying that the interview was by 4:00pm. It was already 3:20pm, I wanted to get there as soon as I could.
I was a bit surprised with the speed of this interview. The other places I applied to hadn't been responded.
"Amelia, don't be nervous. You will do great on this interview." Kathy said, breaking my thoughts.
"Nervous, do I look nervous?" I gulped.
"Yes, you do. Your palms are sweaty and you're walking way too fast. I'm almost jogging to keep up with you. Those are signs of your nervousness."
"Well, I'm quite nervous. I just hope I don't make a fool of myself at this interview. What if I'm not good enough? What if..."
"You're good enough. Like I said, you will do great. You're a talented and smart girl, you will ace this interview." Kathy insisted, dragging me to her car.
"Okay, let's go."
10 minutes later, we were in front of a two storey building with 'Fashionista' written in a dark red colour. The architect of the building must be talented, beautiful clothes were drawn on some places in the walls of the building. How had I not seen this building before, it was like a twenty minute walk from my house. But then again, I didn't go out much.
"Amelia, come on, go in. You don't want to miss the interview, you will do great. Good luck, see you later. Call me and tell me how it went, okay?" Kathy said, as I walked into the building.
"Yes, I will Kathy. Thanks."
Inside the building was even more beautiful, there were so many beautiful clothes, they should be famous. But I had never heard of them before. Going further into the building, one particular gown caught my eye. It was a red dress with flower-shaped patterns sown into it. It was v-cut at the chest region and it flowed all the way down becoming a ball gown, kind of. The design was superb and I was in love with it.

"Excuse me miss, are you here for the interview?" A lady asked.
"Yes, I am. Amelia Sanders." I said, my palms becoming sweaty again.
"Okay, come have a seat. The interviews are about to start."
I looked at the time and realized that it was already 3:50pm, I must have spent some time looking at that dress. It was so beautiful, no other dress caught my eye as much as that one did.
I turned back to look at the lady who ushered me in. She looked classy with the clothes she was putting on, it showed she worked for a designing company.
The interviews started at exactly 4:00pm. Thankfully, I was not the first. Minutes passed and people kept entering to get interviewed. Those who came out went to that lady and wrote their names down, after which they left.
"Amelia Sanders." My name was called, it was interview time.

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