"LIKE"

"To whom it may concern-

This letter is from the fashion company "LIKE", and we are inviting you to come and display our clothing line in our next fashion show in New York.

You will be flying to New York on American Airlines, 1st class accommodation, staying in one of New York's finest 5 star hotels (Hudson Hotel), all funding will all be paid for by the company, and you would be staying there for the time period of 2 weeks, from the 1st-14th August. Plus you will get $1000.

You might wish to bring a camera (a disposable one if possible (any valuable items lost will not be funded for)) as you will have the luxury of going on a tour of the city after the show dates.

Please return the reply slip to the address below before the 31st July 2011-

"Like Fashion House

13 Major Street, Washington, New York, America

ANYW 100"

Hope to see you soon

Chuck Major

(Head of Like Fashion Company)"

Feliks put down the letter and checked for the hundredth time that it said his name on the front of the fancy, black envelope. Of course it did, his name- Feliks Łukasiewicz- was written in italic, white lettering across it, like on a billboard.

Feliks squealed, his heart racing. He loved fashion since the beginning of time, and to many people's surprise, this wasn't a phase. Now aged 15, Feliks still insisted on having every new Gucci bag he saw, and his wardrobe contained Prada and Dolce and Gabbana. But LIKE . . . it was run by a very rich man, besides the president, the richest man in the USA, and as Feliks knew, he only ever sent requests to people with VERY good taste.

Admiring himself in the mirror, Feliks smiled with content. His blonde hair sashayed down to his shoulders, perfectly brushed so that every piece of hair was as straight as possible, and today he choice of clothing was from Prada, consisting of a white lace top, and a pink mini that, according to Toris (Feliks best friend) made him look slutty, as it barely covered his backside, but Feliks, being his stylish, self-obsessed-self, didn't care. In his opinion, the skirt was adorable.

To top off the outfit, a pair of fuser pink converses. They were comfortable, and went with every single outfit Feliks owned,which, I have to tell you, was a lot.

I have gotta, like, call Liet, and like totally tell him about this Feliks thought, and with a quick wave to his reflection, Feliks practiced walking down the cat walk in New York as he made his way to his phone- obviously the best, newest mobile there was, a pink Blackberry. Wait till Liet hears about this. . .