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Post by Misha Beverly Jamison on Nov 30, 2008 22:54:37 GMT -5
With each and every day, Misha grew to love California even more. She could hardly fathom the little rain the gorgeous state received, how rare it was to spot a lonesome raincloud in the vast blue sky. Of all the places for her to really start her career, Misha was overly pleased that California was the place. Just residing here made part of her dream come true. What was missing was soon to be achieved.
Misha's career was blooming. Soon after acquiring the modeling gig for a Chanel ad, Misha's agent was soon flood for requests for the young, new face. Her summer was spent traveling to London, Montreal, Miami, and Manhattan; Misha had spent more time traveling than she had in her new home. But hey, that was the price to pay in her line of work.
Staring outside the Pinkberry's window, Misha graciously enjoyed her break from homework. In order for Misha to even model, she was required to hold up her end of the bargain with her parents. School always came first. Scooping a sthingyful of her French vanilla yogurt into her mouth, Misha grinned. She loved her life. |
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