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Can a girl change her destiny? |
| “Why am I here?” I was thinking of that question while I was at school. I was in Mr. Stewart class, he was my physics teacher. I hated physics. It was so complicated and not logical at all, but like any other teen, I was forced to attend school. That hour felt like a life time, my eye felt sleepy and my brain wasalready dreaming. I was dreaming about a girl who had a tattoo in her wrist saying ‘TNO FN’. And then, something weird happened, it was like if someone was screaming in my head. I woke up from my day dream and found out that it was my professor Mr. Stewart who was “extremely not satisfied nor surprised at all by my unsurprised behavior”. Yes he was British. Luckily for me the hour of torter finally ended and I headed for the door. Then he stopped me again. C’mon man, your time is up. Let me go. He repeated his ‘routine’: if I wanted to have good grades I should study more often (Of course I would do that after, let’s say: a million years) and that he was ready to give me extra hours. (Like it wasn’t enough for me to have five hours a week of physics.) I said that I probably will (not a chance) and I thanked him for his offer (you really expect the one student who better choke herself to death than to attend physics class to accept extra hours? I thought a teacher should be clever). I runed so he wouldn’t insist or worse: compare me with my two eldest brothers or my older sister. I had two brothers and a sister named Marc, Adam and Sophie. Marc is an engineer of technology in NASA. He was the first in his class; I hear that a lot from my teachers since I am far from been considerate ‘good student’. Studying was easy for him. Weirdly he loved school and he would give anything to return to it (I prefer DYING). And somehow he still managed to be popular as a quarter back. My brother IS weird. Adam is a doctor. He was cooler and absolutely not the geeky type at all yet he managed to attend the University of Medicine. I liked him more because he was at least logical then the other. He played football too. But the only one, who I can’t figger out anything about, is Sophie. She was a cheerleader, was nominated Prom queen. I never (like EVER) in my whole existence seen her with a book in the same picture, yet she managed to attend Law school! Me, well what can I say about me? My name’s Nadia, I am fifteen and I suck at everything (and I do mean EVERYTHING). Not fair at all right? To tell you a secret I once checked my DNA so I could be sure I wasn’t adopted, I ended up with an empty pocket and nothing but bad luck as an excuse. The only thing I was good at was imagining. My life was too boring to stay stuck in it for ever and whenever I had time, I imagined stories where I was at least important for some reason. That is probably why everyone hates me: I’m useless (completely useless). At home, it was the same old story. My mom, who always bought me new dresses to convince me to be Seniorita (this awful name is the name of a beauty competition), had bought me a new one. This time it was worse, it was pink. That is why I don’t invite friends over (like I have any). I ran to my bedroom. Finally, I was in the only place where I wasn’t judged by my taste in clothes or by my hair (cause auviosly I never wore stuffs that fit me or fixed my hair the way it should). Finally I can once again be me. I took of my school clothes and wore a nice, cozy black pajama. I loved that pajama (basically because it drove my mom crazy, I still remember the black look she gave me when she knew that I bought it). I began dreaming again. This time, I was a girl with high power and who had in her wrists a tattoo saying TNOFN (trust no one fear nothing), and the life of everybody was in my hands, and then Mr. Stewart beg me to spare over his life and I easily said “Well you can use some extra hours Mr. Steward. You should be more like your two big brothers and your big sister” and killed him with a magical spell, and then at the end I laughed so hard (you know, that evil laugh in the cartoons). The day after, precisely at seven o’clock my mom woke me up (eventually had to poor water on me so I would eventually wake up). Ought, another day of school. Why do I have to go anyway, it’s not like I would be accepted at a college and be a doctor. My dream job would be to be a writer at some magazine, I’m good at imagining stuffs, not that good on spelling and writing without mistakes but I don’t think that’s going to be a major problem (please god don’t let it be one). When I told my mother about it, she almost had a heart attack (that’s the beauty of the whole thing) I have to be ‘Seniorita’. I mean who would give up the amazing opportunity to be as beautiful and charming as me and not win that whole competition, and eventually go to Kappa, just like my dear loving mother who helped me over my dreams and who was there every time to support me. (In this book I’m supposed to be the one who dreams all the time about things that will never happen not the other way around, sorry mom). The only one who encourages me is my dog. I loved him more than anything in the whole entire world. His name is Sam; I had him when I was thirteen, about two years ago. My dog’s sister had a baby dog, and since she couldn’t look out for both of them, she gave it to me. That dog was the best thing that ever happened to my life. Finally, I can be around someone that didn’t judge me all the time or yell at me for not been so perfect (well not exactly someone but you get the picture) I got into my school uniform (which I hated by the way), it was dark red. I didn’t fit my dark blonde-light brown hair neither did it do justice to my skin color. I usually hide under a jacket when it’s cold or I don’t wear it at all or rarely when it’s hot. We were in June. I took my lunch and ran to the bus stop. I hated it but I had to ride it anyway if I wanted to get at school on time. All the cool guys had their own cars or scooters and all I had was a bicycle, a pink bicycle (Yep it was one the ‘mom’s presents’ that I never even bothered touching). At school, everyone was exited to the end of the second semester except me. Yes I hated school but let’s face it, I hated being around my family more. As I was headed to my class, I saw an advertisement on the wall. It’s says: “You like to imagine, write and being alone? Then Writer’s camp is perfect for you. You’ll be in all by yourself to create and invent stories. The best story is going to be on Our Magazine, the magazine of the year. What are you waiting for, come join us!” OK, it was a little overacted (or maybe a lot) but hey, it is just the perfect excuse for me to get away from home for a long time. I needed to join NO I wad to. I wrote my name on the list. I was the third person to join. I hope it wouldn’t be crowded so the competition over the article in the magazine wouldn’t be harsh. I was supposed to write a letter about why I wanted to go to that camp. I started it in my math class. I wrote: “Dear Sir, I would be glad to attend this camp basically because I like to have my head in the clouds all the time and I find this opportunity the perfect occasion to chare it but a small part of me wants to be apart from my family too. Knowing that they won’t encourage me to achieve my goal which is to be a writer will probably not help me to begin my hopefully career. I would like to know when and where this camp will be. With my salutations, Nadia Montegamery.” That was the best I could find in my head, I reread it, checked for some mistakes, wrote it in a good paper and handed it to Mr.Roger. He was responsible for this whole ‘long trip’. He read it in front of me (which was a little bit awkward), looked at me for couple minutes without talking (ok, that was the top of weirdness and it made me uncomfortable) and for some reason that I didn’t figure out told me that I was in. It’s funny how a family can hold you back for so long, and a simple signature on a piece of paper can change the laws of nature. When I got home, I told my parents the ‘wonderful’ news. My mother nearly had a heart attack. She wanted to spend more time with the future Miss Siniorita (Yeah, like that can happen even my teachers dream about things more realistic). She made it clear to me that I won’t succeed as a writer. I hated her for that. I wasn’t supposed to be what she wants me to. What about my plans for the future too. This is the only thing I am good at and she made my whole dreams vanish. That was so cruel. I was sent to my room when I said to her that she was nothing but a ‘cheap cruel Barbie’ who didn’t care for anything but the stupid Seniorita who is made for ***** without any future. (Let’s face I wasn’t exactly lying). From that day, I decided to be a writer and for the first time in my life I began studying, without anyone saying so, English. I even googled ‘what should you know to be a writer’. The answers were so unexpected (in the good way). Everyone said that a writer should be able to do two things: imagine and write. The first was easy for me, the second wasn’t. After all, it was not impossible like anything else. I studied for couple hours (Dear writer, me + studying hard in the same sentence is a mistake, please correct it. Your dear character Nadia), then I went to sleep. The day after, I woke up on my own before everybody (God! What is happening to this writer), had a nice breakfast, made my own lunch, and left before anyone wakes. But before, I left a note to my parents (my mom) saying that I had to be a very good student so I would be hopefully a writer and that I understand if they didn’t believe in me now but one day, the day that I wake up and find myself one, they will. (HAHAHAHA, sweet REVENGE). I took Adam’s old black bicycle. At least, if I was going to be a writer, I should drive formally (let’s face it a bicycle is more formal than the school bus, so do not judge). At school, I really tried to listen to what the teacher, whoever he was, was talking about (I mean by that that I didn’t sleep at school. Another miracle). I met Mr.Roger in the hallways (run into him, but hey I’m the hero here so I should only narrate what is good for my reputation, right?). He told me that if I really wanted to get away from everyone, I should come to school the first of July (after three days) and when I asked him where we were going to go, he simply said that I’ll know in time. O.K, that was as weird as those old cow boys’ movies. To be quite frankly, ever since I met Mr.Roger, he was extremely weird. But hey, I’ll even go to the deepest ocean if it meant to be (finally) alone. Well, all I have to do know is waiting for three days, and then freedom and success here I come. I decided I wanted to meet those people who were going to this camp too, you know so I wouldn’t feel all by myself in the middle of nowhere. There were two other people who signed in, so we were five (cool). There were three girls (including me) and two boys: Sarah, Aria, Me, Adam and Nigel. In the next two days, I had met all of them. They were actually nice (Where were you bunch of people all my life?) and living through the same drama like me (Who wasn’t.) Sarah was just a junior (That’s good, because I don’t want to be with someone who thinks he is superior). She loved artistic things; she would love to have a career as an actrice (since she is very pretty I don’t think she’ll have a lot of trouble to be one) but her parents encourage her to be a writer (The only time my mom is actually encouraging me is when she is talking about that stupid Seniorita. I’m not Latina so don’t force me to be a Seniorita). Aria is actually as old as me (but for some reason this writer didn’t want me to meet cool people before. Interesting…). She’s kind of nice and popular too. She joined because her parents aren’t going to be at home in the holiday and she didn’t want to be left alone. Adam is the only one so far that I have a bad picture of him. Once I started talking to him, you know to meet people with who I’m staying this whole time, he thought that I wanted to date him (Seriously, I’m not that desperate), he even started talking dirty with me (okay, I afficely hate him). Nigel was much nicer (and at least appropriate). He’s a junior and he signed in to be apart from his parents who argued all the time. (Seriously, dude that’s ruff). Well the day that I’ve waited so long for (three days is seventy two hours, that’s too long) had finally came. I packed my suitcase and went school on time. Everything was perfect. I had found them all gathered (I wasn’t late so everybody else came before time). Mr. Roger had told us that we will go to five different cities in the world and that everybody should write for a special one. To choose which city we were going to write about, he handed us five pencils in different sizes. I had the longest so I was going to write about the last one (I knew I shouldn’t cross the road with that black cat, now I have bad luck on my shoulders for seven months like it’s not enough to have it on my back for fifteen years). Sarah had to write about the first one, Nigel the second, Adam, Aria then me. It was going to be not helpful since they all have extra time to write their article about their city and I won’t. I just hope that mine is going to be at least fun (fingers crossed). Then Mr. Roger had told us the surprise that I never would’ve hoped for (and I hope for Martians to take over the earth). We are going to go to Marrakech in Magical Morocco in our first travel. We headed there. The only thing I was probably thinking now was why I didn’t join years ago. We landed, and we headed to a chalet (a kind of expensive hotel much more worth it). Everyone was so satisfied and happy. This, my friends was heaven. It had big rooms that fiteded us all. We decide that girls would sleep in a room and boys in the other. I met Mrs. Roger, she was so… perfect. I do mean it because there is nothing that I don’t do that she doesn’t like and I am so far from perfection. We were going to stay here for twelve days. We usually woke up at early hour and headed to the pool. Let me tell you about the pool. It was UMBELIEVEBALE. I didn’t even know that places like this existed (sorry cat, you weren’t exactly black). I took some pictures of it. I learned to pay more attention at the details (look at me I’m almost grown up). We all loved this place. But some of us were much more attracted to loving other things (I don’t mean the marriage couple). Aria and Nigel were so attracted to each other that Sarah and I bothered them all the time by spying on them and filming them. They were so happy (and we were so jealous). One day, as I was peacefully swimming, and after couple hours, I took a nap. |
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