Aphrodite Car Crash

Feeling empowered, Jocelyne made her way out of the hotel an hour later, with a map and a danish in her hands. She walked a few meters then strutted into some designer store and picked up a dazzling glitzy number, mesmerized, thinking to herself that one day she would be modeling haute couture like this down the runway, definatly not the lame ass gigs she got back home for children and teen stores.

"Ehm, hello darling... welcome to, like the one and only, Sonia Stashuk Connections, mhm girrrl, this is the place for all your designer needs, like ehm, how may I help you?" an obnoxious snicker came from the beach blonde beside her..

"Oh ello... M-macy?" She questioned staring at the bimbo's name tag.

"I am jusd looking a deis brilliand dress. No need to bader you. So yeah biie!" she murmered sweetly but speedy as she fast walked out of the store, incredibly embarrased by her strong accent.

"Ohkhay. Whatev. Commagainsoon" the ditzy young lady said with some sort of half smile.

Jocelyne continued to walk out side and was in the middle of crossing a street when she stopped suddenly, causing a forty-something business women to crash into Jocelyne and drop her morning coffee.

"Fur-eeking beyottch" The lady shouted loudly earning herself disaproving looks from the crowd of early risers that swarmed the city streets.

Although Jocelyne took pride in being known as a sweet and generous girl, at the moment she couldn't care less about the busy business executive, burnt by hot coffee. It was because at that moment she knew what she had to do and it sounded nothing like breaking her habit of abruptly stopping the flow of the sidewalk citezens, oh no, she had a plan, And it was perfect.

Sonia Stashuk marched into her New York showroom and was struck by utter surprise. Greeting her was not the usual somber face of her personal assistant, pouring the steaming earl grey tea she had every morning into her Starbucks mug, the one she got on valentines day from her only son. There was no one handing her sketch book and telling her the shape of the day. Most importantly there was no one anwsering the phones that where having a seizer, ringing so frequently they would knock themselves off the wall.

"Perdita? What is the meaning of this sweetheart?" she called out, expecting the monotone voice of the level headed Perdita to come out from behind the desk. Instead all she got was more insane ringing.

She cantered over to Perdita's chair right beside the 12 line phone. Instead of a young south african beauty perched on the mod white chair, there was a letter addressed to Ms. Stashuk lying there sleepily. She picked it up right away recognizing Perdita's loopy L's and snake-like S's.

Dear Ms. Sonia Stashuk,

I am very sorry to say that I am resigning as your personal assisant, efffective today, April Twenty Ninth. I was accepted into Parsons New School for Design and as you know that has been my dream since I was a little girl. Very sorry for the late notice. I just didn't know how to tell you.

Sincerly Perdita Evelyn Nettey

"I can't believe this... incredible... unbelievable" Sonia couldn't wrap her head around it. Did Perdita know how long it took to find someone who would be with you practically 24/7. No she did not!

In a dismal state Sonia checked her messages. Client, Client, Catorer, Macy... why in the world did Macy leave a message. It was of course probably something incredibly ridiculous seeing as it was Macy, the resident valley girl slash salesperson. She was bad with money, she was anoying to talk to and her fake nails & boobs were slightly frightening but there was a reason she had steady work at the show room. She could inflate a man's ego like no one else could. You look ah-mazing darling in that. God your shoulders would look hunky in this dearr. Mhm, now thats the definition of HAWT! Sonia and Macy had a deal, they would only talk once a month at the employee meeting, unless it was a complete disatre. Macy of course thought everything was "like, so totally important boss" so Sonia felt no urgency to return the call. Snuggling up in a large black beanbag chair Sonia decided she was going to open an hour later then usual, giving her time to phone around and try to figure some arrangment out. Just as she was picking up the telephone there was a call on line 12, her personal line.

"Hello, Its Sonia of Sonia Stasuk Connections, here to make you 'super haute'" she giggled to whoever was on the other end, hoping it would be her latest boyfriend. Although she was 45 years old with a teenaged son she went through about 2 new men a week, comittement was never her middle name.

"Ehm yah, Sonia its meh Macy. So Perdy quit huh?" An obnoxious voice murmered at the other end.

" YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS?!?" shouted the older lady.

In standard vally girl fashion macy replied, "Ehm durr, meh and Perdy, were like tight, you know like... old ladies in spandex."

"Merci Beaucoup Macy, now what was this phone call really about, it must be something important hun, this is my semi-private line and you remember our little agreement right doll?" At this point Sonia knew that if she didn't remind Macy this could go on forever.

"Oh Ohkhay, a girl came in today, and she was all, I was wondering if you were hiring, and I was all, well like, maybe dollface. I told her I would talk to mah boss who is like super great of course, and we all would keep in touch. Yay meh. So when can she be schedualed in to be interviewed boss?" Macy said finally spewing out semi- good news.

"Might as well see her I guess" Groaned Sonia although she was really quite pleased "Phone her and tell her she can come and see me today at 7:00. Tell her its now or never hun"

"Phoning like... right now, ohkhay!"

Sonia couldn't wait to meet the young women that could hopefully be the savior of her runway show.

Aphrodite Car Crash

Page One: Beauty, Passion and an American Express Card

Inhale... exhale. Jocelyne was sure she would stop breathing if she let herself. Landing. How she hated it. The plane ride had been amazing, practically no turbulence just the most luxurious smooth and easy the whole way. Oh, but landing, it always made her nervous. Popping ears galore, she thought purely of IMG New York, and of course chewing her watermelon flavored hubba bubba gum.  Because that was where she was going, IMG New York. She belonged in the US, she belonged with Naomi, Gisele & Kate... the models blue eyes flashed with excitement.

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She strutted off the airplane in a haze of amazement. So this was New York. It was so... big. Jocelyne thought of her tiny home town compared to here, her bright pink bicycle she used to get around, her minuscule bedroom covered with picture of Audrey Kitcher and Gemma Ward. Her stomach tied itself in a knot as she realize she was doing exactly what she told herself not too. She couldn't look back, not now, not after all that happened. Not after running away to live her dreams in America. But she couldn't help to think of her father, the tall slender man whose hat just wouldn't stay on straight, or her sister, a prep with her little blonde braids and green eyes. She had spent the whole plane ride convincing herself that she didn't belong there, that she was a big city scene girl stuck in some tiny speck on the map. She twirled the mess of colors that was her hair between her index finger and her thumb. She reached to her quilted Chanel purse and gasp at her desperate reality. She had nowhere to go. She needed to find somewhere to stay, somewhere to figure out what she was to do. So off she marched, with armed only with her beauty, passion and american express card, towards her destiny, IMG New York.  

Aphrodite Car Crash

Page Two: Forgotten In The Big Apple

It wasn't as if she was poor, it wasn't like she was short of money. Her family was considered quite wealthy back home, owning a restaurant chain and besides, every last cent she had seen she put in a bank account for this, for her dreams. Every few years the reverie would change, but they all ended up in the same place, the big apple, away from the family business. Her biggest worry wasn't money, it was connections. Here, she knew no one.  Inevitably she would attempt to enroll at a school, or find a cheap apartment, a reasonable hotel she could stay at for a period of time. She stopped suddenly, just in the middle of the sidewalk. The quick realization of all that had just happened was axiomatic, her life would never be the same.  Glancing down at her Baby-G watch, she gasped as she realized she had just been wandering about the streets for two and a half hours. A heavy drizzle floating downwards, Jocelyne sighed and gulped a lungful of city air in all its murky glory, her clothing had a light curious stench about them. Jocelyne, head full to the brim with all sorts of thoughts, decided she would stop at the nearest hotel as she was sure her lengthy legs would collapse beneath her. Haphazardly, she started to laugh. How awkward she must look, a tall slender teenager with vivid blue, blonde and pink hair and smearing eyeliner, wreasling four bags large bags and a purse down New York streets with a quizzical look on her face.

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 Jocelyne was a perfect match for the city that never sleeps, wide-eyed and completely awake the whole night, even though she was intensely fatigued. Eventually she sat up, and turned on the light. What was she going to do? She felt trapped in the mediocre hotel room and desperately needing of some air. She glanced at the Ikea clock hanging from the pale off-white walls and opened a window, as she was starting to love the murky big city air. 4:30. Might as well get an early start to what will hopefully be a day to remember. Jocelyne decided on the spot she was going to make herself New York today.

What to wear? She casually decided she was first going to find a job. A coffee shop maybe... something like that. She needed to outfit herself in something cute, yet professional. She chose a black baby doll dress and a chic pair of gray leggings. Her hair curled and put in a pony tail that was to the side of her head, she slipped on white canvas keds and picked up her quilted purse. She was New York, she kept repeating to herself. She had the look to die for. She could do anything she set her mind to. She had convinced herself of these things, now all she had to do was convince the rest of the city.