“Yeah, that’s actually kind of a cool idea,” she answers.
“So, I thought we might call them Wishbandz … with a z at the end.”
“Hmmm … Wishbandz,” Rachel says, smiling. “I like it!”
* * *
With that, we head to Rachel’s, and get to work right away, researching patterns and figuring out what supplies we’ll need. Within minutes, we meet our first obstacle — money — which, unfortunately, has been our problem from the start. In order to buy supplies, we need cash.
So, it’s back to Google. We key in “how to find money for your business.” Every site we look at points us in the same direction: a business plan. A business plan is really just a detailed outline of your business that you put together in order to persuade someone else to invest in your idea. In other words, we need to come up with a plan so super-professional that it will totally convince our parents to give us the cash we need to get started.
Who knew it was going to be this complicated to get tickets to a concert! Oh well, getting to see Josh Taylor will make it all worth it.
1 Mission Statement/Goal: To make bracelets that are so awesome every kid in school will be begging for one.
2 Target Market: Every kid in our school.
3 Supply List: Due to my recent history of going slightly overboard in this department, Rachel is handling supplies.
4 Expenses: Due to issues with my recent overspending, Rachel is looking after this part, too.
5 Schedule: This is where we create a timeline for buying supplies, and making and selling our Wishbandz.
So, this is our business plan. Isn’t it awesome? Feel free to use it as a guide if you need to get money from your parents to start your own business. They’ll be super impressed for sure!
Thankfully, our parents are pretty pumped about us “getting organized,” so they happily agree to meet at Rachel’s house after supper to hear our pitch.
“Ahem …” I clear my throat and take a sip of water. “First, I would like to thank you all for coming tonight.”
“Okay,” Mom says, raising an eyebrow as she glances over at Rachel’s mother.
“So, as you know, Rachel and I have been working really hard to earn money so we can buy tickets for the Josh Taylor concert.”
Everyone nods.
“Yes, we’ve put a lot of effort in,” Rachel adds, “but our yard sale wasn’t quite as profitable as we’d hoped.” She glances over at me, furrowing her brow. “So now we’re exploring some new and exciting ways to earn money.”
Wow, Rachel sounds so professional. Even though she’s a total genius, you’d never know it by the way she usually freezes up when she’s speaking in front of people. But not today, today she seems … comfortable. Maybe it’s because it’s only our parents, or maybe she’s just getting better at the whole public-speaking thing. Either way, she’s doing great!
“We have developed a business plan.” She picks up a pile of folders off the coffee table. “Hannah, could you please present everyone a copy?” She nods and flashes me a quick smile of what I think is relief.
I jump in. “As you can see, we’ve worked really hard at making our plan super detailed so you will know that your money won’t be wasted. We even have a gimmick!” I smile proudly.
Rachel winks at me. “That’s right, we’ve put a considerable amount of thought into our future Wishbandz business. If everyone would please turn to page one in your folders, Hannah will present our mission statement.”
We keep taking turns presenting the business plan, explaining that Wishbandz will practically sell themselves. We end our presentation asking for our parents’ trust and then their cash.
It takes a bit of negotiating and begging, but finally our parents agree to give us the money. We get to work right away buying supplies and making our Wishbandz, attaching a little tag on each one, explaining the Legend of the Wish.
After a couple of days of hard work, we arrive at school extra early with about twenty-five Wishbandz tacked to a corkboard. I have to say, our display rocks! Right away, people start coming over to find out what is going on. By the time the bell rings, everyone is talking about our Wishbandz, but no one is buying. At lunch, we set up our display again. We’re getting lots of compliments, but apparently, no one has money.
“Oh well,” I say to Rachel. “It’s only day one.”
Just then, Eden Payton-Patterson appears with an entourage of girls surrounding her.
If you’ve ever heard of someone being strikingly beautiful, that would be Eden. She kind of looks like a Barbie that’s come to life. Her hair is blond, almost white, and straight as a whip, and her eyes are like this weird, pale-grey colour with flecks of blue; her skin is perfect, and even in sweatpants, without a speck of makeup, she’s gorgeous.
“Cool bracelets,” she says, inspecting our display. Her girls eagerly nod in agreement. “I’ll take ten,” she adds curtly, taking out her cellphone to answer a text.
“Wow,” Rachel exclaims. “You want ten?”
Eden raises a perfect eyebrow. “That’s what I said.”
“Um, okay. Do you want us to tie them on?” I ask.
“Duh …” She rolls her eyes, continuing to text.
One by one, each of the girls stretches out her arm, anxiously awaiting proof of her membership in the Eden Payton-Patterson Club. Each time a bracelet is tied on, Eden nods, knowing she’s just secured the endless devotion of that girl. Not that she needs our Wishbandz to get their loyalty; they follow her around like adoring little puppies anyway.
As Rachel secures the last bracelet on puppy number nine, I see Scarlett, Anika, and Missy barrelling toward us.
“OMG, as if that yard sale of yours wasn’t pathetic enough, now you’re trying to sell your junk at school?” Scarlett laughs as she plucks a bracelet off our corkboard. “Okay, that’s just hideous!” She holds it up, turning it back and forth, and then tosses it. It lands on the ground at my feet.
“Oops …” she says, chuckling.
Eden glances down at the bracelet in the dirt and then raises her eyes to Scarlett, who is grinning like a satisfied cat that’s just finished off a helpless mouse. I’m waiting for her to start licking her lips.
“Can you believe these disgusting bracelets, Eden?” Scarlett smirks, pointing her thumb at our display. “I mean, who in their right mind would spend a dime on these cheap, loser things?”
If scowls were daggers, then Scarlett would be dead, because she just got nine very sharp daggers from nine very disgusted girls, each one holding out her arm, showing off her “disgusting” gift from Eden Payton-Patterson.
“I would, Scarlett,” Eden says.
“Wait …” Scarlett stammers, “I don’t understand. You mean you bought a bracelet?”
“No, I didn’t buy one,” Eden replies.
Scarlett looks immediately relieved. “I knew you wouldn’t buy one, of course you wouldn’t. I mean …”