Tempest De Chagny was 15 years old, lived in America, practically lived to play basketball and softball and was lettered in weight lifting. What could ruin her life? Nothing except for her father Raoul De Chagny. He was against every thing she did. Her grades were the only thing he was happy about. Her mother Alice was the only thing that kept her from being kept from playing sports, having made the deal with Raoul for Tempest to play sports if she kept up with her grades.

"Tempest!" Came Raouls voice from down the stairs.

"Coming Dad!" She yelled from her room.

She went down the Stairs and ran to where her father was.

"Yessir?"

"Tempest," he began clearing his throat. "Your in the tenth grade." He placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Yessir and I'm on all varcity teams at school arn't your proud." she asked enthuusiasticly.

"Yes yes if course. But what I wanted to say was now that your in 10th grade you can take Drama class." Tempest's face lit up at the thought of that.

"So sports and Drama class? That I'm going to be bussy." she said her mossy green/brown eyes sparkled in the light of the kitchen.

"Yes." he said annoyed by the mention of the sports. "Now run along and get ready for school."

Tempest turned and sprinted up the stairs with agility. She burst through the door of her room the ice blue walls added color to the dull hall way outside and the black painted molding along the ceiling. Tempest put her iPod touch 4 in the dock and turned on 3 Doors Down while she dressed. She then put in a light nit of makeup and a bunch of dark eye sharpen and eye liner before grabbing her books and iPod before leaving down the stairs.