That’s another boring story about another boring girl in a boring city. Yes, it’s my story. My name is Gabriella, but they call me Bella because of my beauty, just kidding. I have no brothers or sisters, but I have my sweet cat called Mrs Cat, she’s white with brown small spots.

I have been studying in the Hamilton College since I was 3 years old and nowadays I’m trying to be accepted in Harvard University. I know my parents can afford it, but I would like to pay my university by myself, so here starts my so-called adventure.

I started as a model a few weeks ago and I would like to tell you about my experience.

It was hard for me to start in this industry without being recognized by my surname, because I wanted to succeed on my own.

Another problem I faced was how rude and indecent people might be in this business, and how some of some try to attract you with their money or by regarding themselves as superior. I hated how

males were looking at me as if I were a big chocolate they could eat me whenever they felt like.

Don't you think that I was a model from the very start. My first week of work was tougher than you could possibly imagine. I started at the bottom, as a maid, doing a bit of everything: I was ironing the clothes, putting on the makeup, combing the girls' hair. Days passed on, I was caught in a set routine, so I was losing confidence little by little.

However, one day, luck knocked at my door, as one of the models, Jennifer Trapez, got sick. The boss was afraid not to lose clients and audience, so he chose me to substitute her.

I went to the fashion show and I dressed up. I was rather nervous because I wasn't feeling confident whether I looked beautiful on stage. The girl before me finished her walk, it was my turn. I suddenly stopped caring about anything, I simply went up on stage to show my outfit. I was wearing a stylish red gown and mauve silk gloves and I was feeling like an Oscar-winning actress. Although the people's eyes were measuring me from head to toe, I wasn't showing a sign of weakness. After the show I went to the backstage. There Giani Morandy, the boss of JOWSY, the biggest modeling agency in the world, was waiting for me.

Morandy wanted to know my name. I introduced myself as Gabriella. Then he asked me if I would like to be on his beauty book cover. He was offering me 5 million US dollars. I thought he was joking, but, when I looked in his sparkling blue eyes, I realized two things: he wasn't joking and he was very handsome.

I went home and asked my parents if I could quit Harvard to become a full time model. They said I was crazy before letting me tell them that I would get at least 5 million dollars for the beginning. They changed their mind and attitude in a matter of seconds when they found out about the money. As for me, I spent