Disclaimer: The majority of characters in this story are owned and copyrighted by Naoko Takeuchi, Dic, Toe Animation and a half of dozen other corporations. Now since that's done on with the story.
Amara stood in the center of the shop's mirrors that surrounded her. Her face showed a feeling of disgust, as she looked at the light pink dress she was wearing. 'I hate this,' she thought noticing her mother's pleased face in the rear view mirror. "There, now isn't that beautiful? Why its exactly your color," Mrs. Tenou said with the shop keeper behind her. The shopkeeper nodded her head in agreement. "Yes it is and may I suggest you try on the blue one that's in the exact same style?" "No and I suggest you keep your suggestions to yourself", Amara mumbled up under her breath. "Well ...I suppose we could try on a couple of more," Mrs. Tenou thought out loud. At the thought of being tortured by the horrible dresses and skirts another minute longer, Amara looked towards her mother and sighed in despair. "I'll be late for piano practice," she mumbled. Carla was just taking another dress off of the rack when she heard what her daughter had said. "Your right will have to come back tomorrow." 'That's what you think', Amara thought to herself as her and her mother exited the store.
Once they were out of the store and in the car Carla began her usual lecture about how important it was to act like a lady. "Amara I just don't understand. Why don't you like shopping, all of your friend's do." Amara rolled down the window on her side and let the wind blow through her hair. She wasn't listening to a word her mother was saying. To her acting lady like was nothing, but a waist of time. 'Why bother acting lady like when you could race the wind', she thought. "Amara," Carla said snapping her daughter out of her thoughts. "Hugh?" "Didn't you hear what I said about your high school year?" "Not exactly." "I want you to start off your freshmen year as a flag girl...or maybe a cheerleader. I started my first year off as a flag girl, but I think you'll make a good cheerleader. What do you think?" Amara grimaced at the whole idea. "Mom I don't think......... "None sense you'll make a perfect cheerleader, the squad will be calling you back next year." Especially since you have a perfect figure and your hair is long and pretty." "But mom I wanted to run track next year." The car came to a stop in front of a red light. Carla glanced at her daughter with her eyes slightly narrowed. "You most certainly will NOT." "But why?" Amara asked getting offensive. Carla turned on her signal and made a sharp turn to the left. "No daughter of mines is going to run track." "Why not?" "Because its unlady like that's why and real ladies don't run." 'That shows how much you know,' Amara thought crossing her arms and resting her head on the seat. She hated it when her mother said things like that, what was lady like and what wasn't. What was lady like, Amara could careless, but her mother was driving her crazy. Taking her constantly on shopping trips, not letting her wear jeans when they did go shopping and worst of all complain about her father and how all he did was spend time on the race track racing. Amara personally never had a problem with her father's addiction to the track and racing. She enjoyed racing the wind just like he did, but she would never tell her mother that. Her mother would have freaked out if she ever knew she hoped one day to race in the Grand Pre.
"And another thing, I don't want you going on your father's job anymore,"Mrs. Tenou began. "Why? Its better than staying at home by myself or is that what you want?"Amara said looking at her mother. "It's not what I want dear, it's what's best for you. The motor cross is no place for ..................... "Mom what is it with you and becoming a lady? Aren't you satisfied with who I am?" "Amara I never said I wasn't, I'm proud of who you are and I would never want to change you, but I just think you need a little bit more improvement in the famine department." "What does that have to do with the motor cross?" "A lot. Your fourteen now, about to start your freshmen year of high school, and I just want you to have a good time your first year like I did when I was your age." "I can see your point on that one, but what does that have to do with the motor cross?"
The car suddenly came to a stop right in front of a Piano and Organ music shop. "I just want you to be a regular teenager Amara, is that so hard to ask? I know you hate it that I force you to do things like this, but I really am doing it for your own good," Carla said glancing at her daughter. Amara avoided her mother's eyes and opened the door to the black Pontiac. She slid out of her seat in anger then closed the door behind her. Carla rolled down the window and called out to her. "Amara.............try to understand, I'm doing this for you." Amara nodded her head then walked off to the building. 'Doing this for me? Yeah right who was she fooling', Amara thought to herself. 'She just wants me to be her on personal Barbie doll to constantly torture, but not any more this year I'm doing things my way.........................
I know your wondering what the heck does this girl have planed, but I'm not telling any thing of what's to come so you'll just have to wait. I hate leaving people waiting, but I just have to do it this time. Well how did you like the first part? I hope I didn't get her out of character. Please write a review. And don't forget my email address is sailorujv17@hotmail.com. Expect the next chapter real soon.