Homework for Wed 26th Sept

[mslewis]

Hi folks, remember your homework for next Wednesday is to redraft your existing two paragraphs for your writing piece, then write the next two. I would really try to type your work if you can as it will make later changes much easier for you.

If you can't print out your work at home you can either put it on a USB stick and bring it in or post it on the message board, or send it to me via the message board as an attachment and I can print it. Alternatively email it to me at school. Phew! Long list!

Please do not leave it till Wed morning period 2 to let me know you are having issues with your writing piece!

If you want to start again entirely, this is fine, if you feel your previous piece isn't working.

Ms L

[robbieyoung]

Robbie Young

Chapter one-
When I first met Vanessa, or as she would be later called Mrs Kingsly thirty years ago. I was instantly mesmerized by her uppermost importance of her own person. I was a New York virgin. I had left my tight nit town of Haysville, Kansas only a few weeks earlier. The concrete jungle with it's superficial exteriors were daunting at first glance but it's amazing how such an overpopulated maze can become home in such a short time. It was the mid-early eighties and with Alexis and Krystal in Dynasty constantly cat fighting the era of the super bitch in oversized shoulder pads was more than apparent.


My justification for moving to New York was ultimately still unclear to me but I knew I wanted to better myself, that was clear. I first met Vanessa in Macy's shortly after arriving. I wasn't there to buy anything, oh no I merely wanted to feel like those women you see who can. I had my church come party come wedding clothes on, the best clothes I owned. I wanted the impression of anyone I met to be that of a good one. Between the rails of Prada mini skirts, Versace blouses, Jimmy Choo's and the incessant "can I help you?" reminded me how much I really did not fit in here. Then, out of the corner of my eye I unpremeditatedly saw her. I must of looked back and forth at least three times. The first thing I noticed was the sumptuous red dress that seemed to fill every line and curve of her body creating a perfect silhouette of what a woman could only aspire to be like. She seemed to be everything I wanted to be. Perfection. Only after I had taken in the vibrancy of her dress, I focused my attention on her face. A round, well placed, china doll pale, face with blue eyes that shone like sapphires. Inviting eyes. Those kind of eyes you could stare and get lost in.
Skyscraper Gucci platforms highlighted her legs in the way that they seemed to go on for a lifetime. Peroxide pin curls, ruby red lips and smokey eye shadow framed the painting which was her face.

The sea of assistants who surrounded her obeying her every need quite obviously were doing well to pamper her credit card.
"Do you like my dress?" she exclaimed. This abrupt outburst really took me by surprise. At first I didn't think she was talking to me. She must of seen me looking. She noticed me.
"I love it" I said hesitantly.
"I shall take it, please." Vanessa said to the assistant.
She was one of these women who could afford these clothes, money had no correlation to the item. If she wanted it, she could have it. We immediately struck up a conversation and although we were polar opposites we got on and behind the facade of what she was, there was a real person behind those eyes.
"Champagne darling, do you like it?" Vanessa said.
"Never tried it before." I said solemnly.
"Then we must go to the Bubble Lounge! This evening! Darling we must!"

That evening we met outside The Bubble lounge, I in the same clothes I had worn all day. Vanessa in a long black cocktail dress which still had the label on. Although she was late, I was still excited to see her. Although it was nearly ten in the evening, it was still light, the sun had only just set and the stars were still lighting up the sky. Plus New York never went dark. It was blaze of neon lights constantly.
I learned a lot that night about Vanessa. She was born in a townhouse on the upper east side to a wealthy banker and his doting wife. She was single herself, just like me. I was happy single but she was miserable being alone and I could sence that. Any attention she could get made her feel better. Vanessa was wealthy in her own right as well. An assistant editor to the biggest magazine in the country, Mode. But none of this made her happy.
"A career is wonderful, but you can't curl up with it on a cold night." she said.
I was amazed by her willingness to open up to nearly a complete stranger. She seemed so vulnerable and yet her image didn't reflect that. I felt that I could help her.
"Lets go dancing!" she said changing the subject immediately.
She did this a lot. She seemed to lack the ability to keep on the same thought line for more than a few minutes and to be honest it was refreshing to be with someone who always wanted to do things and had the ability to do so. We went dancing that night, I don't know what time I got home at but it was well past dawn.
"I really must retire to my Boudoir, I have work in three hours"
"me too" I lied.
I didn't have work, I didn't even have a job at this point. I was living off my divorce settlement but this was running sparse.
"See you soon darling." was what she parted with.
I didn't realize how soon, soon actually was.