chapter one.
Must people would think I'm the Lucky's girl in the world,i mean i live and a big fancy house with my famous supermodel mom and my famous dad. but they don't know how hard it is for me because, everywhere i go there's always paparazzi following me just waiting for me to do something bad that would kind of ruin my mothers career or my dads. I've been asked to model, but i keep turning them down because i just want to have a normal life, even though i love to sing.
So it's Monday morning and I'm trying to decide what to wear to my first day back to Sage Hill. I don't know why my parents even bother paying for such an expensive school when there are people out there who they could help and plus i kind of want to go to public school. I looked in my closet and that's when i saw a purple mine skirt and a black tank top with "the wild hunt" written on it. i changed into them and went down stairs, i really hope my parents don't forget that I'm turning sixteen today and that i would love for them to send me to Florida so i could live with my grandmother.
i didn't have time for breakfast, so i just grabbed a bottle of fresh water and left. i walk to school because it's only five blocks away from my house. when i was walking i kept on seeing a guy walking on a horse, but i ignored him because he was just my imagination and the last time i saw that guy was last night in my room, i woke up screaming this morning so you could say that i am afraid of him, even though his beautiful.
when i got to school i want straight to Mr.Morgans English class room and took my seat. Mr.Morgans is one of the coolest teachers in this school, i mean every school has it's cool teacher's and it's mean ones like Ms.Le who gives us a lot of homework.
Everyone took their seats when Mr.Morgans walk in, you see that's how much we respect him. Mr.Morgans has blond hair and perfect blue eyes and every girl in this school except for me has a crush on him.
He wrote something on his black board and then turned to our class.
"Kate Chopin.the awakening-1899.Can someone tell me if his novel is a romance, a thriller?what genre is this?" Mr.Morgans asked, catching my glance. so i guess we're just going to jump right into this, i thought.
i didn't response.instead, i pulled the book from my bag. it was a brand-new,soft-0cover that my mom had bought at the bookstore.
"Anyone?" Mr.Morgans pressed. Again no one responded."How about you Ms.Lee?" He referred to me.i knew what was going to happen. I knew it, like an instinct,that Mr.Morgans wanted to challenge me. He came toward my desk and crossed his arms over his chest."Did you read the first fifty pages?You should have received a letter and syllabus over the summer with instructions."
I nodded.Although my mom never actually gave me the letter.
"why don't you tell us what you think Ms.Lee"he referred to me."Ms.Lee.What are your initial reactions to the awakening?
"what would you like to know?" i asked without removing my eyes from Mr.Morgans. He was using me as an example,setting the stage-a power struggle.
"i asked what you thought of the awakening. the initial fifty pages. any aspect of it,"Mr.Morgan said.The smugness in his voice was sickening.
Behind me Toby sniggered. i had never felt more embarrassed before in my life.
"well,"i said,"I'm not a girl who likes to be controlled. The main character,Edna Pontellier, was controlled her whole life. That's the book. The main character acts out against the social restrictions against her.She feels trapped. Now, if you are truly asking my opinion and not anticipating my failure in completing the assignment,i think it's a dreadful book."
Silence. Then chuckles.
"Dreadful?" Trina Williams whispered in Toby's ear,mocking me.
"You can tell all that from the first fifty pages?"Mr.Morgans asked,his eyebrows raised.
"I've read the book before,sir."
Now they weren't laughing. i scootched down farther into the seat and crossed my left leg over my right knee. my legs looked long and spindly. Mr.Morgans walked back to his desk and then turned back to face me. "You've already read the awakening?"
my grandmother had a signed copy and she gave it to me.
"Yes, sir. three times."

Chapter two.
An hour later, i dropped my English books into my bag. I walked toward the doorway.
"Miss Lee?"
i turned.Mr.Morgans held out a written on a piece of paper. i slung my backpack over my shoulder and walked toward his desk to retrieve it.
"Because you are so experienced with the awakening and the rest of the class is not, i am going to assign you a few more writing tasks than everyone else. it's not fair, Amber.You literary experience puts you at an advantage."
I nodded, though i was silently kicking myself. I could have easily pretended i had never read the novel if i hadn't made a spectacle of myself and Mr.Morgan hadn't singled me out. it didn't seem very fair. though, what could i say, really?.
i got out of his class quickly. i couldn't handle being Mr.Morgans victim.

After school i want to my dancing class and after that i want to my art club. After all of that was done i walked home alone and it was six-fifty-four in the afternoon.I saw a cute horse in the woods near my house. i walked into the woods and looked for the horse.the last thing i remember is someone hand covering my mouth and me crying out for help and that was it, because i blacked out.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 28.03.2011

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