• Chapter 1. A few arguments

    "But Mom! I don't want to leave." Marie cried. Her mother shook her head and replied, "This conversation has been going on for a long time, Marie. You're going and that's final. Besides, you'll make many friends and we already have a reservation for you there." Her mother sighed with regret, for she was scared of her daughter, but she loved her still. She wanted to scream that the idea was her fathers, not hers. But those sad big blue eyes still held something close to her heart, hope.

    Marie walked through the big house to air out her mind. "What will I do?!" She whispered to herself furiously over and over again. "She's really making me go..." Marie started crying softly. A smell woke Marie's dry and stuffed up nose with a nourishing fragrant that hugged her. She breathed in again, and the smell she found was sugar tea. With a jump of excitement, she raced to the kitchen to get a big glass of the sweet liquid that her mother always made when she was troubled.

    She poured herself a glass and said to no one in particular, "Oh, I can torture her without doing one single thing." She gulped down another swig and sat the glass down. She could hear her mother's light and gentle footsteps pacing the upstairs room, which she always did when troubled. Her father's heavy loud footsteps joined to the steps and they were soon arguing. Would her parents ever become normal parents and stop fighting? A door slammed and Marie new the fight was over...for now.

    Chapter Two. Boarding School

    "She doesn't know anything! It's just not fair." Marie was mumbling to herself. Her mother came downstairs and told her last night that they thought it over again and they are letting her stay longer. MAKING her stay longer. She threw a fit last night after she heard, and she's a 15 year old girl! "Uh! She doesn't understand me." She cried.