I knew I said I wasn't going to post this until later, but I just couldn't rists. Watching TRL and 106 in park has now become a bore to me and my favorite videos haven't helped either so I decided to post this. I hope you like it and I'm sorry I left you hanging on Chapter 2.
Sitting there at the piano, I stared up at the clock on the wall. 'Why can't I concentrate,' I thought trying to read the music notes that were in my book. I knew I was still mad at what my so-called mother had lectured me on earlier. What did she mean by wanting me to be a regular teenager? Was she trying to say I was weird or something? I decided to try and dismiss the thought from my mind, knowing that if I didn't it would only make me even madder. I sighed leaned in the back of my chair and stared up at the ceiling. That's the last time I ever go shopping with her again. I hated it that she had forced me to wear a skirt and an orange tie-dye shirt here. 'What was she thinking? She couldn't have been all there when she made me wear this. My dad would have never made me do this not in a million years, but then again my mother was totally different from my father. He understood me and she could care less about trying to understand me. Why did she have to be different? Was it because she finally realized her daughter wasn't going to take any more of her dress up games...or could it be that she just didn't like the way I was?
Suddenly I heard a deep snore in the background of where I was sitting down. I glanced in the noises direction and it was my piano teacher Mr. Richard. He was hunched over in his seat with his glasses tilting over his nose as usual. His belly was sticking out, over lapping his black pants. 'Why doesn't he wake up? I do want to leave this place before I'm thirty', I thought. Richard began to snore even louder as I watched him. This guy's lazier than my uncle and looked stupider too, with his gut rising each time he breathed. "Come on Rich, wake up so I can go home," I said playing the tune to green sleeves on the piano. My hand's danced a crossed the piano keys touching each right note every time. I could hear Rich snore even louder this time, it sounded like he was struggling to breath underwater or something. My patience was growing even thinner this time and I knew that if he didn't wake up soon I was going to make him wake up...the HARD way. After a few minutes of silence Rich finally stopped snoring and now only the ticking of the clock could be heard. I sighed in relief and continued to play that is until he started up again. Then I could feel myself snap. I turned around towards his sleeping figure and yelled. "Wake up!" anger was now arising in my voice. Rich still continued to snore...even louder this time and I could feel myself getting madder by the second. I felt like I could beat the living crap out of him and that damn clock that was ticking on the wall. "What the hell is it going to take to get me out of here?" I sighed taping on one of the keys to the piano.
A few minutes later I could hear footsteps coming towards the door. The door opened and a girl with sea green shoulder length cut hair-stepped in. "Excuse me Mr. Richard, but I need to exchange this violin in for a new one," she announced walking towards him. "Mr. Richard ............please wake up." I looked up at the girl and smiled. "He's out like a light Michelle, so I wouldn't even waist my time with him." "Amara what are you still doing here, I thought you went shopping with your mom," Michelle said now drawing her attention to me. "I did. Can't you tell?" I sighed referring to the horrible out fit I was wearing. She looked at me real carefully with out blinking. "It looks nice what's wrong with it?" she asked obviously not getting my point. "Michelle LOOK at me, you know I'd never wear any thing like this," I said trying not to yell. "I know, but why did you wear it? Don't tell me your mom... "Yes she did and she's been doing this ever since she came up with this philosophy about becoming a lady. She's driving me crazy," I explained. "Haven't you told her what you think?" "As if she would ever care," I grumbled picking up my music book and notes. "I've been letting her get away with this long enough its time I took charge of my life without her putting down everything I do," I said as we were about to leave.
"Miss. Tenou who said you were dismissed?" I heard a voice yawn in the back of us. I turned around to see my piano teacher fully awake looking at me. "Well you fell asleep and according to my watch......... my times up," I replied. He stared at me strait down in the eyes for a minute before replying back. "Well your right............looks like it is time for us to stop for today," he half yawned glancing at his wristwatch. "But I want you to.......... "I know practice practice practice," I finished. "Exactly", he nodded now drawing his attention to Michelle. "May I help you young lady?" he asked. I looked over at Michelle and could tell she had long forgotten what was her original purpose for coming in here. "Never mind," she said without looking at him. "Miss Kaiou are you sure I can't help you with any thing?" "I'm positive," Michelle nodded as we walked out the door, but then she turned around and handed my teacher the broken violin. "Could you replace this with a new one?" she purred. "Yes, but... "See you tomorrow Mr. Richard," I waved leaving him standing in the doorway. I could tell he wanted to stop us, but just decided to let it go. "Darn kids," I could hear him mumble.
I was relieved once I finally was out side and could take the first step in achieving my goal to run my on life my way. I let the wind blow through my hair, despite the fact that some of it got in my face. I pulled it back in its ponytail holder and decided. "This is the first thing to go", I said out loud. "Amara what are you talking about?" Michelle asked me not believing what I had just said. I looked at her and smiled mischievously. "What do you think I'd look like if I got my hair cut?" She stared at me now realizing what I had said. "You'd look like one dead little Tenou that's what. You know your mom would kill you if you ever cut it off." "Who said she would find out?" I said sarcastically. "Amara you both live in the same house............trust me she'll find out." "No she wont I'll wear a hat." "All the time? Come on you know she'll catch on." "Look I have a back up plan already for that one," I announced. "Ok, but you have to go home after its cut sooner or later," Michelle reminded me. "I know, but once its cut for the first time I can spend the night at your house right?" "Yeah, but you can't do that forever, you'll have to go home sooner or......... "Michelle stop worrying. I've got this all planed out...right down to every little detail," I told her. She looked at me as if she was trying to convince me not to go through with it, but I had already made up my mind on this one. "Ok I'll help you, but I can't see why you want to do this. Your mom isn't driving you up the wall THAT much," she said closing her instrument case. 'If only you knew', I thought once we we're on main street passing by the park.
"So who are you going to get to cut it?" Michelle inquired still looking at me. "A friend," I replied with out any specific details included. "Such as who? Don't tell me your going to talk me into cutting your hair off too." "No, I'm not." "Then who?" "I asked Brandon to do it for me." "WHAT? Amara are you crazy? He'll mess you up and on purpose at that, he'll give you the same style as his. Why don't you get it done at a salon?" "Because then my mom will find out." "She's going to find out any way. You might as well get it over with now." "I would do that, but that would blow my whole plan and every thing else for that matter."
Michelle crossed her arms and stared me through her aqua blue eyes. "I don't know why I'm doing this, but I'll help you because your friend and I love you. Even though I know will both get in trouble after all this is done," she sighed. "Yeah I know, but look on the bright side at least I wont have to put up with wearing those stupid dress anymore. Did you know my mom made me wear pink today." I said changing the subject. "Pink Amara? I can't even imagine that its just not you," she giggled. "I know, but that's not what my mom thought she said it was color?" Michelle shook her head. "Your not doing this for track are you?" she asked before we crossed the street. "No I'm doing this for me" I answered. "Are you sure about that because I could have sworn you told me that girls that run track have short hair." I tried to ignore what she was saying, but she was kind of right. I was doing this partly for track and because I wanted to be the one to take charge of my life this year............without my mom trying to take charge of me.
As we walked past Fifth and Main avenue I knew I was finally positive about how I wanted things to run this year. This time I would be in control and not my mother who had spent almost half of her life trying to turn me into something I wasn't. 'She's going to see things my way this time', I thought to myself. Even though I knew it would be tuff.........but hey I was always up for a challenge. She would see things my way because I knew my mother would never be able to tame someone as fast as the wind............
Ok I wrote half of this during my lunch period, so if your wondering how it got up here this fast that's why. I know your trying to think up how are her parents going to react to all of this, who is Brandon? And what's next on Amara's list for being in control of her life. But the only way to find that out is by waiting for the next chapter. Well did you like it? Please write a review and don't forget my email address is sailorujv17@hotmail.com. I'm just starting out on this story, but I have big plans so please try to bear with me as far as it goes to posting chapters up. The exams are coming up and thank God I only have 3 more weeks of torture from school and I can write without any interruptions. Expect the next chapter very soon.
Sitting there at the piano, I stared up at the clock on the wall. 'Why can't I concentrate,' I thought trying to read the music notes that were in my book. I knew I was still mad at what my so-called mother had lectured me on earlier. What did she mean by wanting me to be a regular teenager? Was she trying to say I was weird or something? I decided to try and dismiss the thought from my mind, knowing that if I didn't it would only make me even madder. I sighed leaned in the back of my chair and stared up at the ceiling. That's the last time I ever go shopping with her again. I hated it that she had forced me to wear a skirt and an orange tie-dye shirt here. 'What was she thinking? She couldn't have been all there when she made me wear this. My dad would have never made me do this not in a million years, but then again my mother was totally different from my father. He understood me and she could care less about trying to understand me. Why did she have to be different? Was it because she finally realized her daughter wasn't going to take any more of her dress up games...or could it be that she just didn't like the way I was?
Suddenly I heard a deep snore in the background of where I was sitting down. I glanced in the noises direction and it was my piano teacher Mr. Richard. He was hunched over in his seat with his glasses tilting over his nose as usual. His belly was sticking out, over lapping his black pants. 'Why doesn't he wake up? I do want to leave this place before I'm thirty', I thought. Richard began to snore even louder as I watched him. This guy's lazier than my uncle and looked stupider too, with his gut rising each time he breathed. "Come on Rich, wake up so I can go home," I said playing the tune to green sleeves on the piano. My hand's danced a crossed the piano keys touching each right note every time. I could hear Rich snore even louder this time, it sounded like he was struggling to breath underwater or something. My patience was growing even thinner this time and I knew that if he didn't wake up soon I was going to make him wake up...the HARD way. After a few minutes of silence Rich finally stopped snoring and now only the ticking of the clock could be heard. I sighed in relief and continued to play that is until he started up again. Then I could feel myself snap. I turned around towards his sleeping figure and yelled. "Wake up!" anger was now arising in my voice. Rich still continued to snore...even louder this time and I could feel myself getting madder by the second. I felt like I could beat the living crap out of him and that damn clock that was ticking on the wall. "What the hell is it going to take to get me out of here?" I sighed taping on one of the keys to the piano.
A few minutes later I could hear footsteps coming towards the door. The door opened and a girl with sea green shoulder length cut hair-stepped in. "Excuse me Mr. Richard, but I need to exchange this violin in for a new one," she announced walking towards him. "Mr. Richard ............please wake up." I looked up at the girl and smiled. "He's out like a light Michelle, so I wouldn't even waist my time with him." "Amara what are you still doing here, I thought you went shopping with your mom," Michelle said now drawing her attention to me. "I did. Can't you tell?" I sighed referring to the horrible out fit I was wearing. She looked at me real carefully with out blinking. "It looks nice what's wrong with it?" she asked obviously not getting my point. "Michelle LOOK at me, you know I'd never wear any thing like this," I said trying not to yell. "I know, but why did you wear it? Don't tell me your mom... "Yes she did and she's been doing this ever since she came up with this philosophy about becoming a lady. She's driving me crazy," I explained. "Haven't you told her what you think?" "As if she would ever care," I grumbled picking up my music book and notes. "I've been letting her get away with this long enough its time I took charge of my life without her putting down everything I do," I said as we were about to leave.
"Miss. Tenou who said you were dismissed?" I heard a voice yawn in the back of us. I turned around to see my piano teacher fully awake looking at me. "Well you fell asleep and according to my watch......... my times up," I replied. He stared at me strait down in the eyes for a minute before replying back. "Well your right............looks like it is time for us to stop for today," he half yawned glancing at his wristwatch. "But I want you to.......... "I know practice practice practice," I finished. "Exactly", he nodded now drawing his attention to Michelle. "May I help you young lady?" he asked. I looked over at Michelle and could tell she had long forgotten what was her original purpose for coming in here. "Never mind," she said without looking at him. "Miss Kaiou are you sure I can't help you with any thing?" "I'm positive," Michelle nodded as we walked out the door, but then she turned around and handed my teacher the broken violin. "Could you replace this with a new one?" she purred. "Yes, but... "See you tomorrow Mr. Richard," I waved leaving him standing in the doorway. I could tell he wanted to stop us, but just decided to let it go. "Darn kids," I could hear him mumble.
I was relieved once I finally was out side and could take the first step in achieving my goal to run my on life my way. I let the wind blow through my hair, despite the fact that some of it got in my face. I pulled it back in its ponytail holder and decided. "This is the first thing to go", I said out loud. "Amara what are you talking about?" Michelle asked me not believing what I had just said. I looked at her and smiled mischievously. "What do you think I'd look like if I got my hair cut?" She stared at me now realizing what I had said. "You'd look like one dead little Tenou that's what. You know your mom would kill you if you ever cut it off." "Who said she would find out?" I said sarcastically. "Amara you both live in the same house............trust me she'll find out." "No she wont I'll wear a hat." "All the time? Come on you know she'll catch on." "Look I have a back up plan already for that one," I announced. "Ok, but you have to go home after its cut sooner or later," Michelle reminded me. "I know, but once its cut for the first time I can spend the night at your house right?" "Yeah, but you can't do that forever, you'll have to go home sooner or......... "Michelle stop worrying. I've got this all planed out...right down to every little detail," I told her. She looked at me as if she was trying to convince me not to go through with it, but I had already made up my mind on this one. "Ok I'll help you, but I can't see why you want to do this. Your mom isn't driving you up the wall THAT much," she said closing her instrument case. 'If only you knew', I thought once we we're on main street passing by the park.
"So who are you going to get to cut it?" Michelle inquired still looking at me. "A friend," I replied with out any specific details included. "Such as who? Don't tell me your going to talk me into cutting your hair off too." "No, I'm not." "Then who?" "I asked Brandon to do it for me." "WHAT? Amara are you crazy? He'll mess you up and on purpose at that, he'll give you the same style as his. Why don't you get it done at a salon?" "Because then my mom will find out." "She's going to find out any way. You might as well get it over with now." "I would do that, but that would blow my whole plan and every thing else for that matter."
Michelle crossed her arms and stared me through her aqua blue eyes. "I don't know why I'm doing this, but I'll help you because your friend and I love you. Even though I know will both get in trouble after all this is done," she sighed. "Yeah I know, but look on the bright side at least I wont have to put up with wearing those stupid dress anymore. Did you know my mom made me wear pink today." I said changing the subject. "Pink Amara? I can't even imagine that its just not you," she giggled. "I know, but that's not what my mom thought she said it was color?" Michelle shook her head. "Your not doing this for track are you?" she asked before we crossed the street. "No I'm doing this for me" I answered. "Are you sure about that because I could have sworn you told me that girls that run track have short hair." I tried to ignore what she was saying, but she was kind of right. I was doing this partly for track and because I wanted to be the one to take charge of my life this year............without my mom trying to take charge of me.
As we walked past Fifth and Main avenue I knew I was finally positive about how I wanted things to run this year. This time I would be in control and not my mother who had spent almost half of her life trying to turn me into something I wasn't. 'She's going to see things my way this time', I thought to myself. Even though I knew it would be tuff.........but hey I was always up for a challenge. She would see things my way because I knew my mother would never be able to tame someone as fast as the wind............
Ok I wrote half of this during my lunch period, so if your wondering how it got up here this fast that's why. I know your trying to think up how are her parents going to react to all of this, who is Brandon? And what's next on Amara's list for being in control of her life. But the only way to find that out is by waiting for the next chapter. Well did you like it? Please write a review and don't forget my email address is sailorujv17@hotmail.com. I'm just starting out on this story, but I have big plans so please try to bear with me as far as it goes to posting chapters up. The exams are coming up and thank God I only have 3 more weeks of torture from school and I can write without any interruptions. Expect the next chapter very soon.