Fashion Fraud

By Jamie Campbell

Please note: This is a novelette. Shorter fiction is a fun and quick read, not a full length novel.

Truly Winx only wants one thing in her life: to be a world famous fashion designer.

When she discovers her favorite designers are conducting a design competition with big prizes up for grabs, Truly knows she was destined to enter. The only problem is she can’t sew.

Desperate to make it in the industry, Truly somehow convinces the shy, intelligent Jane Davis to be her competition partner and sew her design into a real dress.

With her future at stake, Truly will go to any lengths to be a fashion designer. Even if that means committing the ultimate act of Fashion Fraud.

Also in the series:

Fashion Fraud
Fashion Friends
Fashion Finds
Fashion Faux Pas
The Fashion Fraud Collection (Grab all four together and save $)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jamie Campbell
• Release date: Dec 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311907721

Jamie Campbell

Jamie was born into a big, crazy family of 6 children. Being the youngest, she always got away with anything and would never shut up. Constantly letting her imagination run wild, her teachers were often frustrated when her 'What I did on the weekend' stories contained bunyips and princesses.Growing up, Jamie did the sensible things and obtained a Bachelor of Business degree from Southern Cross University and worked hard to gain her membership with the Institute of Chartered Accountants in Australia.Yet nothing compared to writing. Quiting the rat race to spend quality time with her laptop named Lily, Jamie has written several novels and screenplays. Spanning a number of genres and mediums, Jamie writes whatever inspires her from ghost stories to teenage love stories to tantalising murder mysteries. Nothing is off limits.A self-confessed television addict, dog lover, Taylor Swift fan, and ghost hunter, Jamie loves nothing more than the thrill of sharing her stories.

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FASHION FRAUD

Fashion Fraud:

A Fashion Story Part 1

JAMIE CAMPBELL

Copyright © 2014 Jamie Campbell

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Jamie Campbell asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the author.

CHAPTER 1

I don’t know what they expected of me. Seriously. If they asked me to make a cushion in the stupid home economics class, they should have been more specific. Apparently it had to be square. Apparently it had to be beige. And apparently it wasn’t supposed to have any sequins.

My star-shaped neon pink sparkly cushion was outside the box, I admit. But at least it had flare. It had color and personality. Unlike every other beige square cushion in the class.

Truly Winx, when you are going to learn to follow instructions? the teacher, Mrs. Swayze, asked me. It took a moment for me to work out she was really waiting for an answer. Apparently it wasn’t rhetorical.

I guess it’s going to take a while longer, I replied, not even trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. I was going to pay for that later.

Mrs. Swayze sighed so deeply I was pretty certain she was going to run out of breath and keel over. Miss Winx, just… never mind. She moved on to the next desk. Color me stunned. Mrs. Swayze must have been losing her touch, normally I would have landed in detention for that comment.

I watched in awestruck silence as she made her way around the room. Finally, she ended up in the front row. She examined the cushion of Jane Davis, otherwise known as Plain Jane. Which described her cushion perfectly. It was as square as it was bland.

Miss Davis, this is perfect, Mrs. Swayze exclaimed happily as she inspected the colorless lump. The stitching is superb, so neat and straight. Another A+ is headed your way.

She returned the cushion as Jane beamed with pride. I hated her. Just because she followed the instructions down to the minutest detail, handed her project in on time, and sucked up to the teacher, she got the good grade.

I looked at my sparkly number. Sure, the seams might not be straight and some of the sequins had already fallen off, but it was pretty. In fact, it was outright gorgeous. It deserved an A+ too, no matter what Mrs. Swayze or anyone else thought.

When the bell rang, I picked up my cushion and shoved it into my backpack. I would have carried it, but the sequins really were falling off everywhere. Unless I wanted to make a trail to my locker, the thing had to be contained.

As I was leaving the home economics room, a poster on the billboard caught my eye. It was new. I knew that because I had spent countless hours staring at the board while Mrs. Swayze went on about drop stitches or something like that.

The poster was for a fashion design competition. The first prize was a thousand dollars and a chance to intern at one of the biggest fashion houses in the city. Both things I could have done with.

I tore down the poster before Mrs. Swayze could see and shoved it into my bag. I didn’t want anyone else knowing about the competition and thinking they were going to enter. I had to make sure I had all the chances I could get.

I hurried for my locker, fleeing the scene of the crime as quickly as I could. It wouldn’t take long for old Mrs. Swayze to put two and two together. Somehow, she always came up with Truly Winx as the answer.

Hey, Truly, my best friend, Hayley, said as I hurried by. Where’s the fire?

I stopped, unsure what she meant. What fire?

She rolled her eyes, I still didn’t know what she meant. If there was a fire somewhere, I probably needed to evacuate or something. What’s with the hurry?

Oh, I got it. Fire,