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Post by isabella mya burke on May 27, 2012 14:16:16 GMT -5
sometimes, isabella forgot that she was just a kid. honestly, it wasn't that hard. having a steady job for almost four years that took her around the world for shoots and shows and to meet with such and such designer and so and so sponsors, made her feel like the past years of her life had been stretched over a series of twenty more. it was hard sometimes to remember that she was just nineteen when she had responsibilities to adhere to, people to see, things that had to be done. of course she liked to tell herself that her success was worth it - that the money and the big house and being able to support her sister and parents was enough for her. but in that, she felt that she missed out on experiences that most nineteen year olds got to experience. and that made her feel older than she was; it made it easy for her to forget that she really was just a kid.
because while her friends from school were graduating, turning that tassel from left to right and walking across stage or maybe having already done that the year previous, she had been forced to drop out of school her sophomore year to accommodate for a new work schedule and new life. she had taken up a tutor where most kids had had to deal with the public education system granted to them by the state of connecticut. while her friends were picking courses for their fall semester at school, she was in paris for a while, back in canada for a few weeks, new york for a few more. while younger friends graduated and even older friends received degrees, she was out in the world working and feeling older than she knew she could. she never got to walk across a stage and get her diploma. she never got to pick courses for the fall semester. she never got to talk about the cutie in one of her undergrad courses or the guy who tried hitting on her at the student center.
instead she got a brilliant modeling career but honestly what use was that? yes, she made money, and yes sometimes she had fun, but she missed hartford. she missed the people and the food and the parks and the innocence of youth. but now it felt like she never got to go back there. in her downtime, sure, she was allowed back in that big house of hers. but most of her waking hours were spent in new haven either to utilize yale's grounds for a shoot or observe local fashions or whatever it was management wanted to do. she wasn't sure when modeling went from being a hobby to a full blown career but she was sure that she didn't always like it. it made her feel like there was always something important going on that she couldn't miss so any of her downtime was used to do business things. but when she was in connecticut, izzy didn't want to do business things.
so that was how she found herself at the park, sitting under a tree and weaving dandelions together into bracelets, something she used to do a lot as a kid growing up that her mom would always get on her for. something about them being weeds and she was bringing the seeds home. she didn't know. she just knew that she really liked dandelions and their stems were long so why not weave them into jewelry? she was taking the time to remember her age and though sitting alone underneath a tree weaving dandelions maybe wasn't the nineteen year old standard, it at least made her feel younger than fifty, which was how she felt sometimes with the weight of the industry rested on her shoulder. she just wanted to be back home talking with her friends; instead she was waiting for management to find a place to eat that they felt wouldn't disturb her figure. not that it would matter because they'd just work her body to the bone to keep it toned anyway. work - honestly, sometimes it was a nightmare.
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