Hi again, I've been working on this chapter throughout the whole day and trying to have it posted by the end of it too. Please excuse me if my spelling or grammar is totally wrong. I do use spell check, but the darn thing still doesn't get it right... Sigh. I wish I wasn't bad in spelling.
The next day Amara wore the male uniform again, she knew her mother wouldn't approve of her going to school like that, but Amara just didn't like the her other uniform. She hated wearing the long skirt and having to look at the dark green bow that was inboard on the uniform. It reminded her of the time her mother forced her to wear a dress to her piano recital. The dress was of dark gold, which made Amara feel a little bit better about wearing it, but the feeling about the dress soon changed once her mother started curling her hair. Amara could still remember the first time, her mother had curled her hair, and it was horrible. Her mother had curled every inch of it, until her hair looked like something out of a Shirley Temple Curl movie. But the style didn't last long because that same day she had a soft ball game to attend. So when it was her time at bat, Amara hit a home run and slide into every base, destroying all of her curls. Her mother wasn't happy at all about that one, she fussed the whole way home, but Amara didn't listen to her, instead she talked to her father about how he had won the race that day.
That quality about her father always made her look forward to coming home, once school was over with for the day. She always enjoyed hearing about how he had made another title and out witted the fastest. Amara wanted so much to race in the motor-cross one day, even thought she knew she would eventually have to beat her father in a race. The thought of that made it even more exciting, she knew her dad was fast, but when the time would come for that. How fast would he be then? Would he let her go ahead and beat him, or would he compete fairly? This question always raced through Amara's mind when she was thinking about the motor-cross. She wanted so much to know the answer to it, but like her father had told her several times. "When your time comes will see who'll be faster than the wind", she remembered him saying. What did he mean by that? Was he trying to tell her that he was going to let her win or something else?
What ever he meant Amara didn't exactly get what clue he was trying to give her. Her father had always been the type to give you a hint, but you never knew exactly what he meant, until the time came.
Amara finished putting on her uniform and was now standing in her rear view mirror, trying to adjust her green tie. It seemed that she just could never get the darn thing tied the right way. 'Why is this thing so stubborn', she thought still fiddling with the tie. "Amara aren't you coming down for breakfast? I made your favorite home made waffles," Julie announced stepping into her grand daughters room. Amara looked at her grand mother's reflection out of the mirror and smiled. "Thanks Grand ma, but I'm really not hungry," she declined. "Now don't be a silly kitten, every future V-F formula racer needs their breakfast and your no exception Amara. You can't go to school on an empty stomach. You'll get bad grades and we certainly don't want that happening, you still have to get accepted into Duke." "What?" Amara said cluelessly. Julie had lost her in the conversation after she was discussing the breakfast issue." Just come down to breakfast kitten, you know we don't want you going to school hungry. That's what your father tried to do a few minutes ago." "Where is he now?" Julie smiled at her then noticed the untied tie. "Let me help you with that." Amara wanted to object, but she knew better than to say that, she knew how her grand mother was, at things like this she was always in a helping mood. So she let her retie the tie making it fall right into place.
"Now since that's done how about some breakfast?" Amara sighed. "Ok Grand ma, but I have to hurry. I told Michelle I wouldn't keep her waiting." "Michelle wont mind, she's such a sweet girl, she reminds me of myself when I was your age. Always sweet and never getting into trouble unlike your other friend Elena I suppose?" Julie mentioned while moving to the doorway. Amara grabbed her slightly stuffed book bag. "She doesn't always get into trouble Grand ma." "All right Amara, I'll take your word for that one. Now come on before your old Grand pa decides to have your helping of waffles." Amara started off for the door, but faltered for a minute. Her mother would be down stairs at breakfast too and chances were she defiantly wouldn't be in a good mood at this time. "You go ahead Grand ma, I'll catch up", Amara said trying to come up with some excuse so she wouldn't have to hear her mothers mouth. "Why? Are you sick or something?" Julie asked with a worried look on her face. "No I just have to find my...English book", Amara replied. Julie looked at her grand daughter incuriously. "Are you sure kitten?" Amara paused for a minute. She forgot her grand mother was exactly like her father. She couldn't pull a fast one on her either, she could sense when you were lying.
"Never mind, I'm coming," Amara sighed in despair while joining her at the door. "Now that's more like it," Julie smiled while they were moving down the stairs. Amara wasn't in the mood for her mother's bickering so she was praying with all of her might that she wouldn't say any thing to her. Once they reached the kitchen, Amara's father greeted her immediately. "Your not trying to get out going to school are you?" Jeremy asked looking up from his paper. "No dad, I've got graduation practice, so that ones out." Jeremy laid his newspaper down on the table then looked up at her with a smile. "Are you sure, because I had planed on taking you to the track today for some driving practice and... "And nothing, Amara'll drive once she's passed Drivers Ed until then I don't want to even hear about you taking our daughter to that mad house. You shouldn't even be out there yourself," Carla scolded placing her coffee mug down on the table. Clint whipped his mouth with a napkin and looked up from his plate. "He can't help it, he grew up on the track and so did Amara." "Yes well I suppose your right about that", Carla agreed. Amara glanced at her mother from out of the corner of her eye. 'What happened to her? She never agrees with him.' she thought to herself. Carla picked up her mug and sipped on her coffee once more, then looked strait at Amara.
Amara was trying her hardest to see what her mother was thinking, but she couldn't, she had her poker face on and Amara knew it was impossible to see what her mom was thinking. She could tell her mom wanted to say something to her by the way her eyes were slightly narrowed at her when she had sat down at the table. 'She must have been abducted by aliens', Amara thought taking a sip from her cup. "Amara what do you have planed for today?" Carla asked while looking at her. Amara looked strait at her mother before replying, what was going on here? Her mother never acted this way usually she would be already fussing by now. Was she saving her bickering for later? Amara could only wonder what was going on in her mother's mind right now. 'She hasn't even mentioned once about what I'm wearing yet either', Amara thought. "Amara did you hear me?" Carla asked looking at her with a concern face. "Uh yeah...I have graduation practice after school," Amara replied. "Do you need someone to pick you up or are you catching a ride with one of the girls?" "I haven't decided yet." "Well I'm available if you need me." "Thanks mom...think", Amara mumbled up under her breath. 'What's wrong with this picture? She actually wants to pick me up from school, I better leave before she does something else crazy.'
"I better go before I'm late," Amara said getting up from her seat. Carla was still looking at her. "I'll drive you", she offered. "No thanks mom, Michelle's all ready waiting for me. She probably thinks I slept in right now." "Oh that's right I forgot to tell you, Michelle called earlier to tell you she was going to be late, so go ahead without her." "What, but what about Elena she walks." "I saw her a couple of minutes ago with Brandon and some other young man. She seemed to be pretty wrapped up in a conversation with both of them." "I see," Amara sighed. 'I'll never count on the two Thompson duo for any thing.' she thought. "Well we better get going, we don't want you late", Carla smiled at her, while getting up from the table. "Right", Amara moaned dreading the ride to school with her mother. 'What's wrong with her? Did dad brainwash her? Or did my Grand parents do something to her? She can't be my mother, my mom would never act like this.' "Amara dear, hurry up you don't want to be late", Carla said now at the front door with her keys in her hand. Amara glanced at her father, as if looking for an answer. "Don't look at me pumpkin, I'm just as surprised as you are," Jeremy said. Amara sighed once more and got up from the table she said goodbye to her father and grand parents then joined her mother at the front door. Still wondering what had happened to her mother.
What's this? Is Amara's mother just giving her a break or is she just trying to get on her good side? Stay tuned for the next chapter. So how did you like it? Please write a review and don't forget my email address is sailorujv17@hotmail.com.
The next day Amara wore the male uniform again, she knew her mother wouldn't approve of her going to school like that, but Amara just didn't like the her other uniform. She hated wearing the long skirt and having to look at the dark green bow that was inboard on the uniform. It reminded her of the time her mother forced her to wear a dress to her piano recital. The dress was of dark gold, which made Amara feel a little bit better about wearing it, but the feeling about the dress soon changed once her mother started curling her hair. Amara could still remember the first time, her mother had curled her hair, and it was horrible. Her mother had curled every inch of it, until her hair looked like something out of a Shirley Temple Curl movie. But the style didn't last long because that same day she had a soft ball game to attend. So when it was her time at bat, Amara hit a home run and slide into every base, destroying all of her curls. Her mother wasn't happy at all about that one, she fussed the whole way home, but Amara didn't listen to her, instead she talked to her father about how he had won the race that day.
That quality about her father always made her look forward to coming home, once school was over with for the day. She always enjoyed hearing about how he had made another title and out witted the fastest. Amara wanted so much to race in the motor-cross one day, even thought she knew she would eventually have to beat her father in a race. The thought of that made it even more exciting, she knew her dad was fast, but when the time would come for that. How fast would he be then? Would he let her go ahead and beat him, or would he compete fairly? This question always raced through Amara's mind when she was thinking about the motor-cross. She wanted so much to know the answer to it, but like her father had told her several times. "When your time comes will see who'll be faster than the wind", she remembered him saying. What did he mean by that? Was he trying to tell her that he was going to let her win or something else?
What ever he meant Amara didn't exactly get what clue he was trying to give her. Her father had always been the type to give you a hint, but you never knew exactly what he meant, until the time came.
Amara finished putting on her uniform and was now standing in her rear view mirror, trying to adjust her green tie. It seemed that she just could never get the darn thing tied the right way. 'Why is this thing so stubborn', she thought still fiddling with the tie. "Amara aren't you coming down for breakfast? I made your favorite home made waffles," Julie announced stepping into her grand daughters room. Amara looked at her grand mother's reflection out of the mirror and smiled. "Thanks Grand ma, but I'm really not hungry," she declined. "Now don't be a silly kitten, every future V-F formula racer needs their breakfast and your no exception Amara. You can't go to school on an empty stomach. You'll get bad grades and we certainly don't want that happening, you still have to get accepted into Duke." "What?" Amara said cluelessly. Julie had lost her in the conversation after she was discussing the breakfast issue." Just come down to breakfast kitten, you know we don't want you going to school hungry. That's what your father tried to do a few minutes ago." "Where is he now?" Julie smiled at her then noticed the untied tie. "Let me help you with that." Amara wanted to object, but she knew better than to say that, she knew how her grand mother was, at things like this she was always in a helping mood. So she let her retie the tie making it fall right into place.
"Now since that's done how about some breakfast?" Amara sighed. "Ok Grand ma, but I have to hurry. I told Michelle I wouldn't keep her waiting." "Michelle wont mind, she's such a sweet girl, she reminds me of myself when I was your age. Always sweet and never getting into trouble unlike your other friend Elena I suppose?" Julie mentioned while moving to the doorway. Amara grabbed her slightly stuffed book bag. "She doesn't always get into trouble Grand ma." "All right Amara, I'll take your word for that one. Now come on before your old Grand pa decides to have your helping of waffles." Amara started off for the door, but faltered for a minute. Her mother would be down stairs at breakfast too and chances were she defiantly wouldn't be in a good mood at this time. "You go ahead Grand ma, I'll catch up", Amara said trying to come up with some excuse so she wouldn't have to hear her mothers mouth. "Why? Are you sick or something?" Julie asked with a worried look on her face. "No I just have to find my...English book", Amara replied. Julie looked at her grand daughter incuriously. "Are you sure kitten?" Amara paused for a minute. She forgot her grand mother was exactly like her father. She couldn't pull a fast one on her either, she could sense when you were lying.
"Never mind, I'm coming," Amara sighed in despair while joining her at the door. "Now that's more like it," Julie smiled while they were moving down the stairs. Amara wasn't in the mood for her mother's bickering so she was praying with all of her might that she wouldn't say any thing to her. Once they reached the kitchen, Amara's father greeted her immediately. "Your not trying to get out going to school are you?" Jeremy asked looking up from his paper. "No dad, I've got graduation practice, so that ones out." Jeremy laid his newspaper down on the table then looked up at her with a smile. "Are you sure, because I had planed on taking you to the track today for some driving practice and... "And nothing, Amara'll drive once she's passed Drivers Ed until then I don't want to even hear about you taking our daughter to that mad house. You shouldn't even be out there yourself," Carla scolded placing her coffee mug down on the table. Clint whipped his mouth with a napkin and looked up from his plate. "He can't help it, he grew up on the track and so did Amara." "Yes well I suppose your right about that", Carla agreed. Amara glanced at her mother from out of the corner of her eye. 'What happened to her? She never agrees with him.' she thought to herself. Carla picked up her mug and sipped on her coffee once more, then looked strait at Amara.
Amara was trying her hardest to see what her mother was thinking, but she couldn't, she had her poker face on and Amara knew it was impossible to see what her mom was thinking. She could tell her mom wanted to say something to her by the way her eyes were slightly narrowed at her when she had sat down at the table. 'She must have been abducted by aliens', Amara thought taking a sip from her cup. "Amara what do you have planed for today?" Carla asked while looking at her. Amara looked strait at her mother before replying, what was going on here? Her mother never acted this way usually she would be already fussing by now. Was she saving her bickering for later? Amara could only wonder what was going on in her mother's mind right now. 'She hasn't even mentioned once about what I'm wearing yet either', Amara thought. "Amara did you hear me?" Carla asked looking at her with a concern face. "Uh yeah...I have graduation practice after school," Amara replied. "Do you need someone to pick you up or are you catching a ride with one of the girls?" "I haven't decided yet." "Well I'm available if you need me." "Thanks mom...think", Amara mumbled up under her breath. 'What's wrong with this picture? She actually wants to pick me up from school, I better leave before she does something else crazy.'
"I better go before I'm late," Amara said getting up from her seat. Carla was still looking at her. "I'll drive you", she offered. "No thanks mom, Michelle's all ready waiting for me. She probably thinks I slept in right now." "Oh that's right I forgot to tell you, Michelle called earlier to tell you she was going to be late, so go ahead without her." "What, but what about Elena she walks." "I saw her a couple of minutes ago with Brandon and some other young man. She seemed to be pretty wrapped up in a conversation with both of them." "I see," Amara sighed. 'I'll never count on the two Thompson duo for any thing.' she thought. "Well we better get going, we don't want you late", Carla smiled at her, while getting up from the table. "Right", Amara moaned dreading the ride to school with her mother. 'What's wrong with her? Did dad brainwash her? Or did my Grand parents do something to her? She can't be my mother, my mom would never act like this.' "Amara dear, hurry up you don't want to be late", Carla said now at the front door with her keys in her hand. Amara glanced at her father, as if looking for an answer. "Don't look at me pumpkin, I'm just as surprised as you are," Jeremy said. Amara sighed once more and got up from the table she said goodbye to her father and grand parents then joined her mother at the front door. Still wondering what had happened to her mother.
What's this? Is Amara's mother just giving her a break or is she just trying to get on her good side? Stay tuned for the next chapter. So how did you like it? Please write a review and don't forget my email address is sailorujv17@hotmail.com.