MY STORY
Chapter 2
WANTING TO LEARN
GALINDA
"Galinda! Are you ready to go?" I heard my mom call from the front door.
"Yes, I am coming!" I chirped and adjusted the pink bow perched on top of my blonde curls. I admired my pink, glittery shoes and took off to the door.
"Aw! I knew that dress would look beautiful on you! Pink is so your color!" my mom said when I got to the door. I agree with her, I love pink!
"Mom, how late will we be out tonight?" I asked," I have a lot of homework and I –"
"Oh don't worry, beautiful," She said cutting me off, "You'll have plenty of time for that, but if you impress this man at dinner tonight you may not have to do homework for a long while!"
"Why is that?" I asked very confused.
"Oh well, this man wants to put you in a few advertisements that would make a lot of money! And –"
"THE MORE MONEY WE EARN THE MORE WE CAN SHOP!" we yelled together, the both of us smiling ear to ear.
"That's my girl!" she said and we walked outside to the car.
"Did you tell her?" I heard my dad whisper when we got in the car.
My mom nodded and my dad winked at me in the mirror.
I wish I told them from the start that I like school and reading and all of that stuff but it seems now my only chose is to be a uneducated princess. From the start my mom took away my chapter books as a punishment and made me read fashion magazines.
"Your only 7!" she would say," I don't want you reading these types of books!" she yelled and grabbed my book and held it above my head.
"But mom!" I screamed reaching for the book," My teacher says it's good to read bigger books! Mom!".
"No Galinda! You will not be like those other kids you were made for better things than school! I am going to go donate these to the library". She said she wanted to teach me disaplien so she made me watch her give them away.
I cried myself to sleep that night. It's the worst feeling is to feel like nobody listens to you, it's the worst. I am about to turn 8 now and I can't read much, I'm failing math and just about every other class. I don't even know how to make my bed because I've always had a maid to do it for me. My friends always joke that it's a miracle I learned to walk.
When I got buckled in we took of and before we got to the end of the driveway my mom handed me a fashion magazine. I studied over the pages and noticed I couldn't read half the words. I remember when I had to read out loud in class once this year, I couldn't read a sentence without getting stuck on a word. I overheard my teacher on the phone with my mom saying 'Its just not normal, how behind she is on everything. She's only in second grade, I know, but still it worries me sometimes' but all my mother would say is 'I understand' and 'we'll work on that with her'. I think my mom is hoping I'll realize that I just cant fight her any more, she's going to win, and I'll probably never be able to read the way other kids do. And I am getting tired of the constant fight to learn and even though I hate to say it…. Maybe it would be better to just give up and be a princess.
We pulled into the restraunt, I looked up at my mom and she shot back a glowing smile.
"Let's go" she whispered.