Day 2
Sorry, who are you? Oh, you're one of Mackenzie's friends? She can't talk, or she won't talk. She has decided to cry in her room for the next three days. Me? I'm her mother. I'll tell you what happened.
Yesterday she was called to the office because we had to meet with her. Our problem was that Mackenzie wasn't getting the amount of education that she needs to go to Harvard. We decided as a family that we would pull her out so she could go to a prestigious school.
Of course, that's not what she wanted to hear. She was busy thinking about her friends then what she could accomplish at another school.
Her father and I had to put our foot down. She will start at Andale Middle School for the Incredibly Talented and Gifted on Monday. Friday night we will be having dinner with the principal. When I told her, it struck a major chord, and she bawled for an hour.
So, I am thinking right now, "What is so wrong about all of this?" I thought that she would jump at this opportunity, No, heaven forbid she do what we want. I better go talk to her.
Few Hours Later-
What did she tell you? It doesn't matter, she is wrong. I have done everything for her; I cut out things for her that weren't important, at least to her. I gave up things that meant the world to me. Less friends, more work, less family time, more work, more and more work, were the orders of the slave driver.
Why me? Why must I give up everything? I want my life back! I don't like being like this, I have been programmed to make my own life miserable.
What is with her, I try everything to please her but she pushes it in my face. I could run away, yeah, but I would be locked up in a penitentiary for that.
I guess then I'll have to live with it, there aren't any other answers. I don't know what else I can do. I don't even know how to tell my friends.
Sorry, who are you? Oh, you're one of Mackenzie's friends? She can't talk, or she won't talk. She has decided to cry in her room for the next three days. Me? I'm her mother. I'll tell you what happened.
Yesterday she was called to the office because we had to meet with her. Our problem was that Mackenzie wasn't getting the amount of education that she needs to go to Harvard. We decided as a family that we would pull her out so she could go to a prestigious school.
Of course, that's not what she wanted to hear. She was busy thinking about her friends then what she could accomplish at another school.
Her father and I had to put our foot down. She will start at Andale Middle School for the Incredibly Talented and Gifted on Monday. Friday night we will be having dinner with the principal. When I told her, it struck a major chord, and she bawled for an hour.
So, I am thinking right now, "What is so wrong about all of this?" I thought that she would jump at this opportunity, No, heaven forbid she do what we want. I better go talk to her.
Few Hours Later-
What did she tell you? It doesn't matter, she is wrong. I have done everything for her; I cut out things for her that weren't important, at least to her. I gave up things that meant the world to me. Less friends, more work, less family time, more work, more and more work, were the orders of the slave driver.
Why me? Why must I give up everything? I want my life back! I don't like being like this, I have been programmed to make my own life miserable.
What is with her, I try everything to please her but she pushes it in my face. I could run away, yeah, but I would be locked up in a penitentiary for that.
I guess then I'll have to live with it, there aren't any other answers. I don't know what else I can do. I don't even know how to tell my friends.