by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 81
“….you’re a fly girl. Very sweet. It be a waste nobody got to appreciate you. I owned a museum I’d put you up. You be the best thing since Lisa.” He meant the Mona. I told him that I was going to do some high fashion modeling and that I was signed up with the world’s best agency, he said, “Then you gonna be rich.” I said, “All the money goes into an account until I’m older.”
“How old?” I said, “Until I graduate college.” “Looks like you gonna be poor for a very long time.” I agreed. He said, “I bet you’d like modeling, showing yourself off.” I said, “I do like posing. All girls do; it’s fun.”
He held up the ounce, then he pushed it over. “Smell it.” It was good. Very good. He stood up and approached me and put his hand through my hair, “Now I can see them pretty blue eyes, something only white girls got. You’re nice and lean and firm. Very natural. I think I can help you out. Why don’t I help you along till some money come in?” I shrugged, not sure where he, or should I say, I was going.
“So am I.” The dealer reached into a shelf and took out one of those disposable cameras. “Why don’t you do some modeling for me? Maybe we can work out an agreement. Give you some pot so you don’t go home crazy.”
I said, “You mean like the whole ounce?” He said, “That depends.” “On what?”